”She twisted, grimaced. “Neither of us is out of shape ... darn!”“Just not used to this stuff,” I said.“Endorphins. I know how to get us s...me endorphins.”She does. Breakfast afterward, her chuckles as she hears my whimpers and grunts.“Buck yourself up, baby,” she smiled. “You’re the one that said we needed a place in the country.”We topped off the tractor’s diesel tank with five-gallon cans. That’s going to give us a little break later in the day, driving off to fill them back up.Lena wasn’t. Me being a bit smaller than average would just make it better, she said. It was all very reassuring the way she informed me about everything and how she tried to prepare me for it all. A contract was signed and we made appointment for my first shooting the next day. It was only a boy girl scene because they needed to see if I had what it took to do it in front of a camera. I did not get much sleep that night. After a light breakfast with two glasses of wine for the nerves, I shaved my pussy and. And bring this, please," she whispered as she gave me a squeeze and a smile. She then helped me get dressed, I accepted her lovely invitation and left to go home to my lonely room. I laid there, unable to sleep, thinking back over the sex-filled evening I had just had. I had simply fallen into a paradise of sexual pleasure. Who would think that Harrisville would harbor such a wonderful and sexy creature. And I drifted off to the happiest sleep of my life. The next evening, I was greeted at her. As the pulses became further apart and the oozing cream from my pussy slowed to mere drops, I slumped back to the bed into the mess, a haphazard array of body parts and a throbbing mind. I basked in the glow, feeling rivulets of his warm come undulating and pooling on my body, some rolling to the sheets with my uneven breathing.It was a long time before I could think straight enough to slither my sticky fingers from inside myself and lie like a starfish on the rumpled sheets to cool down. I.