How he’d hated football players! Every time he’d found a lush young thing in high school or college he’d had to loose them to some fucking athle...e. Well he was getting even now as he pumped his warm cock cream into Rosie’s tiny shit hole! He slapped her bare arse again as he finally drained the last of his lust into his prime harlot. He sighed at last. “You are one hot lay Rosy. If I weren’t married, I think I’d hire you by the month. What a wild little piece you are. You’re worth every. She wished that she could’ve seen Jesse, but he went in for his graveyard shift before she got home from her regular one. He’d be here in the morning when she woke up and it would be all right. A lot had changed in the last few months with the relationship between Jesse and herself but none of the things she had always pictured had actually happened. Because of that she could deal with the changes. And also because of the amazing orgasms she was receiving, that alone would probably make her. It was hard at first, knowing her friends were out there living the college experience, but once they began to complain about money problems after the first year, she felt more at ease.That leads to the second point. Since she didn't go to college, Weaver went and joined the work force instead. She bounced around a little from job to job at the start before finally finding one that stuck, but she could say she was happy with her current occupation. It payed well, had a flexible scheduled, and. It was that time of year.The farmer, a man they called "Judge," was not at home, so his house servant told us, but his missus might see us. We sat in a shady parlor and she arrived shortly, dressed in the height of fashion, at least as far as I could tell. Watered silk I think it was called, midnight blue, tight-fitting from narrow waist up and framing a luscious pair of bubbies and milky shoulders beneath a kerchief of some filmy stuff. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back, braided and folded.