I finally gave in and grabbed a light sweater that was longer than the skirt to cover myself up if I needed to. Not a bad idea, I had to give him cred...t for insisting. I could see how nervous he was before we even got close to the door. ‘You’re acting as is you’ve never wandered into a place like this.’ ‘I haven’t,’ he said. We headed inside. I was familiar with this store, I had been coming in here since I was 14. (I looked much older than my age and was never questioned.) The clothing,. After a bit she slowed down the pace and pulled her fingers out. Both fingers were brown, covered in shit. and and and “Ugh, and and and ” I thought. and and and “Does she not clean her gaand? and and and ”But I was too entranced. I could not take my eyes off her. She brought her fingers to her face again, but this time she put the fingers into her mouth and sucked, moaning as she did. and and and “FUCK. and and and ” I though, wanking faster.She did this a few times, pulling shit out of her. I rolled each nipple through the lacy fabric, pinching and pulling, crushing her cleavage against me. I could feel her breath on my ass, and I let go of one breast to reach back and grab a handful of hair, pulling her head higher, burying her face between my butt cheeks. I squatted lower, spreading my ass across her face, feeling her nose against my ring. I leaned forward more, my cock head sliding between her fat tits, pulling hard on her hair and grinding my ass into her nose and mouth as I. Is this your normal daily routine?” Dempsey asked with a look of total astonishment.“No,” Clem sheepishly replied.“Then why are you doing it now?” Dempsey inquired.“Well… I’m a smelly farmer and I just thought that you would be more comfortable with me if I didn’t pong,” Clem replied.With a giggle, Dempsey then said, “Clem, you’re a farmer, not a French tart. Please stop doing that.”“Huh?” Clem replied in a shocked voice.Continuing to chuckle, Dempsey then persevered, “Clem, I know the kids at.