"I need you," I say, and kiss her left cheek. "I dream about you when I'm alone," I say, and kiss her right cheek. "I cry for you when you're not here...with me," and I kiss her on the lips again, not so hard this time, but with the same warm urgency.That's when I feel her arms lift. She puts her hands on my hips, and her long, light fingers are like fire through my jeans. She still seems tentative, though, like she's scared to give in to me.I lift my mouth off her lips and press my forehead into. He cups both of her breasts, squeezing them between his length. He begins slowly pulling and pushing in and out of her breasts. After five minutes he begins thrusting at a dramatically increased pace, now moaning loudly.The woman leans up, putting her tongue inside of his dick-hole. The boy moans even louder at that moment, now thrusting wildly into her breasts. Then, when he almost reached his climax, he releases her breasts, pushing his length into her mouth.She begins sucking almost. Not only is she moist by now, but I risk that the moisture will paralyze my razor."Dry off! Now!" I say to Maike and she looks at me questioningly. "Get the paper towel and dry it." Maike gets up and comes back with the kitchen roll. Carefully she dabs on the pussy and I take the sheet of paper from her. "You're not to stroke her, but to dry her. That can't be so difficult!" Without regard to the already irritated pussy I rub the moisture away. I try anyway, but the friction must be rather nice. Then shake it off and move to a new spot and do it all over again.After watching their antics for a minute, I gathered my helpers and returned to the job at hand. I figure that the most disgusting job was job one. I got the girls to work with shovels, pitchforks, and wheelbarrows, mucking out the stalls. Fortunately, for them, the 3 of them made quick work of it. Then we spread out fresh straw on the floor.After we got the hay down and oat buckets filled, I asked them who wanted to look for.