The other reached around to squeeze my ass, pulling me forward, trying to take me deeper.“Oh fuck! Your mouth is so hot. Ah, god! I’m cumming, I�...m cumming!”Liv moaned when the first spurt hit the back of her throat and then she was sucking and swallowing everything I could give her.We moved in unison for a long time, each pulse of my orgasm rocking through both our bodies. I came so hard I saw splashes of red and white and yellow, like fireworks. When the pulsing finally subsided, I collapsed. He was still looking at me as if I was a ghost. I couldn’t bear it anymore. I wanted to run and hide. “Say something Douglas,” Kim told him and grabbed his arm, hugging it to her body. “Aren’t you going to tell me who she is?” “Uh…” was all he managed to say. My heart broke. He can’t even tell them who I am? Am I not his girlfriend anymore? I could feel the tears threaten to fall and the lump in my throat swelled, making it hard to speak. I swallowed the lump and took a deep breath. “I’m. I just couldn’t hold back any longer and my sperm started spurting deep inside her rope after rope, I could feel it leaving my cock. She brought her legs down; clenched them around my ass and held me tight in her as she milk my cock with her hot twat.I was glazed with sweat, breathing very hard looking down at her, and she was smiling looking up at me. She said “So did you like that fuck babe, did I turn you on”. I replied “Oh yea you sure did”. I pulled my cock from her and lay beside her to. In the wheat fields I saw the wheat stalks were very far spaced from each other and very short. I was in a local bar talking with some local farmers one day. Of course, the next wheat crop was the main topic as usual. One farmer told me "If I can get 3 bushels per acre I can just break even." We set there nursing our beers and he looked at me again and said "If I can just get 6 bushels per acre I will break even a little better!" South Dakota farmers are eternal optimists!While I was growing up.