Yes I did sort of give the delivery guys a tip.”“Did you let them fuck you?”“Jeez no, if I had they would both have left here in body bags, th...y were ancient, I don’t know how they managed to get that up here.”“So what tip did you give them, did you give them blowjobs?”“No, I err masturbated for them.”“Good girl, I’d hate to have come home to a couple of stiffs.”“I giggled and thought about Jack’s stiff cock, which I hadn’t seen yet.”Just then the doorbell rang. “That will be the pizzas, go and. My left hand continues to wander (as it has a habit of doing sometimes!), and is soon edging its way inside your leggings; my fingers resting on your incredibly pert arse cheeks (Your skin is SO soft!). As my right hand continues in its quest to draw your pussy juices out into your leggings, I bite your left nipple...clearly visible as it protrudes through your top, and simultanteously, my middle finger of my left hand pushes its way between your tight arse cheeks where it finds yout tight bum. I watched you sleep for a time, the steady and rhythmic movement of your breathing, the little smile I could see reflected in the mirror. You looked content and satisfied, peaceful in your state of rest. The fire downstairs was hot enough that, as the warm air moved up to the loft, neither one of us had moved to take a cover and pull it over us. The oil lamp on the side table was still burning so as my eyes adjusted I can see you in the mirror, the slight curve of your stomach, those. A small yellow airplane with stubby wings was flying directly over the edges of the field. Suddenly it turned on a row of sprayers located under its wings. Nicole gasped as the liquid drenched her and the smell of detergent filled the air.The little yellow plane spiraled back up into the air and returned to again spray the edges of the field. He seemed to be concentrating on the fence rows and gullies where there was no crop planted. After several more low passes, he flew away.Nicole groaned.