He wets a cloth and wipes her forehead and face, caressing it lovingly as he does. The redness of her face lightens, and her heavy breathing slows. S...e looks at him as just seeing him from coming out of a daze.“Emma, are you alright?” he asks her with concern.She just smiles at him and nods her head. He brings a glass of water to her lips to sip and she gulps down the glassful greedily.Composed again now, Emma thanks Donald over and over for helping her scratch that itch which had been. Eventually she told Melissa the truth. “He was older, really?” said Melissa. “Like in how much older?” she asked as she suddenly wanted to think about Dennis. “Well, my parents didn’t know it, but he was like 23 and I was only 18,” replied Traci. “Wow, cool,” Melissa came back. She now thought about Dennis a little more. As she did, she wondered. As she did, she longed for this priest more and more. However, she was not going to tell Traci. She hadn’t even spoken to her best friends back. She had them all rolled up in one right here, in Brenda.Their tongues probed and danced together, and both were panting when their mouths finally came apart. Now Laura was wearing only her shoes and her panties, and Brenda only the diaphanous babydoll."Help me take the spread off," Brenda breathed, her full breasts bobbing under the wispy curtain of her garment as she and Laura carefully removed the bedspread from the huge round bed.Laura kicked off her shoes. She skimmed her panties down her. “Go get the truck and wagon while I get these bales.”“Okay, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I looked up at the dark clouds, then ran past all the tied up hay bales towards the truck. We would have to work quickly to load up the hay wagon and get back to the barn before the rain.I drove up around the hay bales to where she was waiting but then noticed something was different. She stood with her hands on her hips, her legs slightly apart, the seam of her tight cut-offs pressed against her crotch..