“You’ve got a lot bottled up, baby. Maybe I should let you fuck Margie.” Fitz smiled and snorted into her ear. “Oh yeah, that’s a great idea...” “It’s been such a lonnnng time since you’ve had any strange pussy, honey,” she said sweetly. Her thumb rubbed the fleshy head of his penis mercilessly and played with his wet slit. He bit her ear and rocked his hips. “You’re strange enough for me, darling.” So she wants to play, he thought. Fitz knew he would come all over her belly if this kept up much. The grass needs to be rolled, chain-harrowed, and fertilised for it to fill out and grow for the silage and hay in late May to June.But, I must confess that this twenty-three-year-old testosterone-filled, red-blooded male has a lot more than work on his mind when he's out in the fields on his tractor. For instance, I think about one special girl, a farmer's daughter who lives about a mile down the road. I would love to ask Jeanie out on a date — but I haven’t yet because her dad frightens me to. " Yes sir." Peter knelt in front of Jeramey as Jeramey ripped off hisbikini briefs. Revealing his swollen 8 inch cock. "Fuck man, how did youget so bi..." Did I tell you to talk!" He jammed his cock into Peter's eager mouth,filling all the way to his throat. It was big and Peter starting gagging."Take it like the little fucking stud you are." Jeramey began pumping hiscock in and out of Peter's mouth. It felt huge to the younger man and hedidn't know how much more he could take. Jeramey kept. This was the first little bit of excitement Little Pete showed since he arrived the day before. He said, “Heck Fire”. It was two 4 wheeler’s. Granddaddy said, “This is how we get around the farm. There is over 50 miles of trails that lead to the back and all around the fields. There are fuel tanks and markers all over so you cannot get lost. Every cross trail has a sign”.Pixie asked Jenny, “Are you really afraid of the bikes? I have never driven one but I bet it would be fun. If you will.