His heart melted like butter in his big chest and he fought to contain himself. His mates would call him soft and stupid but the farm hands weren’t ...ue to start at the property for another two weeks and at the moment, luxuriously, they had the place to themselves. She wore a cheap, red cotton dress with buttons all down the front, it flapped as she bounded towards him, now and then he glimpsed creamy thighs. Marco put his hat back on, suddenly self-conscious, acutely aware that just as he had. Maybe no one could see what was happening. When your thumb started massaging the head of my cock, you turned the tables and asked, "Are you wet yet?" You knew I was. My hand fell into your lap under the material of your wrap-around skirt. Worn specifically for this moment to happen, you spread your legs and my fingertip found the wetness of your slit. Looking directly at me while still seeming composed, you inched your hips lower so I could find your clit. You continued to fondle my cock,. Laura felt her orgasm build as she too fucked into me.“Fuck…I‘m cumming…” said Laura as she fucked her dildo in a relentless fashion. Laura eventually cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. She fell forward onto my back as she came hard and rested there for a while, her head nestled between my shoulder blades, her breathing definitely post-orgasm.As Laura recovered she restarted her fucking motion into me at a much slower pace. Her head nestled into the space between my shoulder blades as. After dinner, we retired to the radio room for our net. Everyone called in with their news. Mitch was back as was Jack. Jack had seen signs of people on his trip but hadn’t seen any people. We talked a bit about how to recruit more people. We closed the net. Shirley tuned to forty meters and listened to 7.185, a popular frequency in the US before the Day.“Shhh! There’s someone out there with a weak signal.” She said. “Station calling CQ, this is Shirley, K4SAA, in west Georgia. Come.