He had been going out over his back fence the last few evenings and, by a roundabout route, making his way to their back garden to scout things out. T...ere were no lights and he had been unable to see anything of either of them. He had not been able to do that recently because the police were hanging about.Someone must have tipped them off that he was breaking his curfew. Six o'clock every bloody evening. What did they think he was? A bloody eight year-old? It must be that Kylie bitch. Living. Leaning in, I breathed hotly over him, warming the head of his cock with my breath and his head fell back. A grin spread across my face and I proceeded to suck and lick so slowly, cupping his balls in my hand and massaging them. His breathing grew labored and his hands tangled in my hair, encouraging me to be more firm, and I put a hand on his shaft, using it to extend the wet hole he was plunging into. His rhythm became more regular, and his hands were fumbling with my bra strap. I came up off. One such was a supply of vines as I had asked and I was keen to secure these, not that I let the merchant know how keen! He also carried a small quantity of seeds for other plants that he had been given when he had purchased the vines and he included these in the trade as a free extra.On the previous trip I had traded some barrels but now I drove a harder bargain and told the merchant that, as I was using the barrels for the salt, for each barrel of salt we traded he would need to give me two. I could see that she that she was highly aroused. Before long her skirt was pulled up and my fingers were exploring her wet pussy as we drove. She said that she had missed us all but really needed to be fucked by Candy again before she came home. Of course I agreed and she called Candy up and asked if we could come over. We got to our friends home where she kissed both of them passionately before leading Candy into the bedroom and closed the door. Steve and I sat, talked and drank a beer,.