My cock was hard as I removed my shirt. I moved to the bed and presented my hard-on to Sandi. Her mouth opened and I slid my cock into her hot wet mou...h. Her tongue teased the head of my of my cock as her hands rapidly moved on the shaft. He continued to fuck her with slow deliberate strokes he would completely withdraw from Sandi's cunt and tease her clit with the tip of his cock. Soon he pulled her legs up to his shoulders allowing his cock to plunged to it's full nine inches into her pussy.. CRACK!My fingers rubbed up and down my pussy. My right hand ripped up my tank top, bunching it beneath my armpits and over my boobs. I squeezed and kneaded my breasts. I went back and forth, kneading my tits, my nipples on fire. This was the hottest thing in the world. CRACK!My husband's muscles flexed beneath his shirt. They rippled beneath the fabric. He was so strong. Finally, he was being a man. My daughter's ass wiggled. It glowed red. That bright hue, that blushing stain of discipline,. My name's Scott, and I'm not from the area, so you'll have to guide me, but sure.. I can't deny a pretty woman her due." You smiled back at him, your brown eyes catching a passing car's headlights under a dusting of light purple eye shadow, and opened the door to slide in beside him. You didn't need to look to feel his eyes following the line of your thigh up, the feeling of being admired from a distance something that you were no stranger to, and enjoyed. You might be too late for happy hour,. I wasn’t sure why at the time. Shadrach Smith’s wife had been killed in an accident while he was away fighting in France — which, presumably, was why Mother had said that he had no one to look after him. Shadrach worked for the Mays. He was their shepherd. And when he wasn’t shepherding, he also tended Tollerton Wood, the Ancient Wood that adjoined Manor Farm. I can’t remember how we knew where to find Shadrach that afternoon. Perhaps Mother had told us. But he was working up in the stone.