”“Lucky you, you’ve got 2 assistants today, and don’t work them too hard.”“No mother.”I had a vision of us covered from head to foot in ...orrible, smelly pig shit.“What is the farmhand doing today?” Betty asked.“Helping me fix the fence down by the stream, I want to get that fixed so that we can get the sheep into that field.”We finished breakfast then Betty told us to leave the clearing up and go with Noah. We watched Noah put his wellies on then followed him out to an old building that looked. “Yes.” I bit my bottom lip nervously again. A look that was a mixture of pleasure and guilt passed over his face and quickly faded. He smiled down at me reassuringly. “I promise to be as gentle as I can, Charlie.” I nodded again, trusting in him. He dropped his head and kissed me slowly. His mouth tasted of my pussy and it was the first time I’d really tasted myself, I found I didn’t dislike it. His tongue worked with mine in a deep kiss as his hand trailed the length of my body. It. Tommy Naylor's face was bothered by zits, his never-ending battleagainst teen-age acne. The Fag-Hag's nephew discovered he was gay inJunior High School; a small framed and acne plagued young man. Heseldom enjoyed a serious relationship. Any sexual bonding for him wasas a submissive 'bottom.'For some reason, he always had this fantasy about some really cute red-haired guy to really like him. During the summer months, Tommy wasbeginning to blossom inside this new-age cadre of buddies.Often clad. . yet firm things…. Her boobs…her boobs kept me from falling to the ground in pain… while her knee still on my poor crotch and still rubbing it…and to my surprise.. It felt nice… my face squashed between her perfect breasts… her knee between my legs….i was sooo turned on to my utter surprise…in spite of the extricating pain I felt…. I felt my self so close to cum…to my humiliation…and what made matters worse… is that she felt it… she felt I was turned on still… no even more… I guess the voices.