He’s kissing me again as he gently moves his hands over my mound. He inserts a finger between my pussy lips almost causing me to have an orgasm righ... there. He’s kissing me again. I suck on his tongue as I feel his finger against my clit. I break off the kiss and back far enough away for his hand to slip out from under my thong. I step forward again taking hold of his under shorts and pull them down by the elastic. His huge cock sprung free as I lower the short down to the floor. I kneel down. That I was afraid that if I walked over and knocked, once you saw who it was you wouldn’t even open the door or talk to me.“Mom said don’t worry about that. I know he will talk to you.”“That explains why I had to mow the grass this morning,” I offered, “Mom wanted to make sure I was outside when you came over.“Debbie, I think your parents and my parents are engaging in a conspiracy! God bless ‘em all!“So, young lady ... your place or mine?”Debbie blushed.“Your place Sam. I’ve always loved your. ‘That tickles,’ she said. ‘Good. How does this feel?’ I ran my finger down the crack of her ass. Abruptly, she reared back. In the dim light, I saw her face above mine, framed by her heavy mane. ‘You’re not an anal man, are you?’ she demanded. ‘Hell no,’ I said as convincingly as I could. ‘I’m a just a people person.’ Pulling her tiny frame down to me again, I rolled us over, so I was on top, but taking care to keep my weight on my elbows. I blew gently in her ear and nuzzled into her throat,. "Okay -- there's a path to the barn." Noah, you and Marcus bring in that old trestle table we used to use in the dining room. It's in the barn somewhere. Dust it off and bring it inside. We'll use that as a birthing table. It's a little higher than optimum but it'll do." Right, Mom," Marcus said."Find a couple of buckets and bring those in, too."Noah and his brother struggled with the trestle table as they carried it to the kitchen door. "It's not going to fit through the door," Marcus said..