Her hand landed on my raging hard on and she squeezed as the orgasm rolled through her.Bren fixed her shorts, leaned over, kissed me on the cheek and ...aid “thanks, it felt so much better than when I do it”. She remembered that her hand had squeezed my cock and asked if she hurt it.I told her no, but when she squeezed it, I made a mess in my underwear and needed to go to the bathroom.When I returned, Bren was curled up in her seat but sat up when I sat down. She smiled at me and put her head on. You're a beautiful woman. You have a beautiful body. It's time to step up and pull that cord. Now let me see you do it."She looked up at me, then stood and walked to the cord. She turned to look at me, then pulled the cord twice. She walked towards me and began to cry again. I went to her and held her until she got herself under control. She wiped her eyes and hugged me until a maid came in. It was good that the maid had come in, I was starting to get aroused as I stood there holding. Three days later, I had a beautiful new set of buckskins that looked too good to work in — but I did anyway.One of the natural benefits of being near the South Wichita River was the presence of two particularly intriguing trees: the first was a huge spreading walnut tree while the second, just a bit smaller, was a native pecan. When the nuts began to ripen in late September and early October, we gathered every one we could keep from the squirrel population and hoarded for treats in the coming. "You really do bring out the bad girl in me y'know!" I know," I leaned forward and kissed each nipple. "Or we could just stay inside and fuck?" Now that you've got me all excited about this?" She laughed, waving the toys in my face. "Not a chance, anyway I want to see what you pick out for me."This was sweet music to my ears. Up until now, I wasn't certain she'd be into doing this stuff, so I'd given her the perfect opportunity to get out of it. Now that I knew she was totally on board, I.