Rolling to one side I thank you profusely but state firmly that it’s not over yet. Placing my lips over yours I can feel your need, your deep hunger... Placing my hand between your legs causes you to half plead, half demand me to put my fingers inside you, which I do. I slide first 2 and then 3 fingers into your sopping pussy as you writhe beneath me. You pant in my ear that you don’t care who hears and when you cum you’re going to scream it from the root-tops. I laugh and tell you you’d better. How did you find us by the way?”“I just walked along the fence asking for Jenny Saunders or Blackwater, over the other side half a dozen people said they were Blackwater and I could leave my stuff there, you were walking round the field with your ‘betrothed’, and that you were in a green dress. From what they said you have an awful lot of explaining to do, young lady.”“I have no explaining to do, especially to an elderly control freak like you.” This was said with a smile from both of them, so. “So, Peter, did you like watching me pose with one of my big boobs in my mouth?”“Fuck! You know I did. My cock always gets super hard posing with you, but I think what you were doing was making it harder than usual.“That wasn’t the only thing harder than usual. Even though my nipples got hard as soon as we started stripping to pose, I could feel my left nipple get harder and harder as we posed. I actually feel a little bit imbalanced.” Meagan looked at her mother and saw she was looking at her. “And me.”She had been reaching for the plate of eggs, and her hand stopped in mid air.“Your father would like to know if you love me.”She took her hand back, looking everywhere except at her father.“I know I should have talked to you before this,” she said. “but I couldn’t figure out how to say anything.” She finally looked at him. “Are you mad at me?”His hand thumped down hard on the red bean bag.She glanced at Bobby, and then back at her father. “It’s hard to explain,” she said softly. “Bobby.