That’s what people do in the flatlands of Norfolk. They get up at the crack of dawn, farm the land, read books on farming and drive tractors before ...hey crash into bed at dusk.Exciting isn’t it?I’m from London. I work as a projects officer. I travel to work on the tube, often getting squashed by people on all sides of me with hands and elbows pressing into my buttocks and breasts. I work hard and play hard. My colleagues and I often go for drinks at the end of the working week before catching. He had no underwear on and his cock fully erect. Timid,I slipped my hand around his warm, erect cock. The sensation and rush of emotion that I felt with this contact soon took over my every thought and action. I began to stoke his cock with a firm grip as he moved his hand back to pursue the same gratifying movement with mine. I found my self pressing into his chest and kissing his nipples. The taste of his skin and the sensation of his chest hair on my lips brought another wave of heightened. " Kiss it." Did you wash it?" Yes." How come it's still slimy?" Kiss it, you pervert. You'll like it."Her hips started undulating wildly and she held his head forcefully down to her twat. Dad was bald, but he had plenty of hair on the edges, enough to pull and force down. She kept talking while holding his head in place. Loud munching sounds and ecstasy cries filled the small room. Dad was kneeling on the ground, mom's legs on his shoulders, his big balls swaying between his powerful thighs,. Charity was really getting into our play acting and was rubbing her pussy every chance she got. I took my brother's hand and put it directly over my pussy. He seemed to know what to do and began rubbing my clit as I got wetter and wetter. Then he put his finger inside me and then two fingers. “Oh yeah, just like that my brother!” I whispered into his ear. Charity had put his dick into her mouth and was sucking on it like there was no tomorrow! Chandler was a teenager after all and they.