She takes my head between her hands and pushes her mouth against mine to kiss me. With her tongue she takes the cum from my lips and swallows it. Ther... after she licks the other drops of cum from my face. Because her hands are holding my head, I can smell her pussy juices on her right hand. I turn my face towards her right hand and start to lick her hand and suck her fingers. I just love to taste her pussy juices.The second eight minutes round has ended, so we have our cold shower and few. She need not have used her words, I could feel her pussy pulsating around my embedded shaft with her hot juices streaming down its length to trickle out across my balls."Fuck yeh ... cum on my cock ... cum all over me" I groaned into her ear as I nibbled on her lobe. I struggled to stay inside her with her pussy muscles attempting to expel my cock from its grasp.It all started an hour again when both of us were caught in an icy downpour whilst walking back to our hotel. We were absolutely. She wasn’t really even sure Pete had said it, maybe she only imagined it. But she didn’t care.“God, yes!” she hissed. Her body shivered as Pete’s finger slipped between her lips and up into her. She shoved her hips out, taking the finger deeper, then bit her lip as she tried to control herself. Up against the fence or not, if she started humping Pete’s finger like some kind of wild an!mal, somebody was going to notice.Shit, it was hot and wet and he could feel it like squeezing his finger. Pete. “Fine,” Mary says with a huff, turning back to the door and her daughter. “You’re the head of this house. You heard your father. But since you’re not coming, we’re leaving now. Get in here and take care of these lunch dishes.”“Yes ma’am,” Emily Elizabeth says, dropping her head. She steals a glance at the washing barn, hoping Blackie hasn’t been washed yet.After her parent leave, she whips through the dishes—washing, drying and putting them away. She rushes to the barn and finds Rick. He is.