Muscular thighs. Her hair was striking too. Cropped blonde. Blue eyes, and unusually a monocle. It gave the woman a very aristocratic look. A look rou...ded off with a crisp white blouse and dark jacket."You must be Kay?” the woman enquired. “How old are you?”Kay hadn’t had time to answer the first question. “Er, yes. thats right. And I’m twenty.” she answered awkwardly. Kay detected an accent in her voice. But she couldn’t exactly place it. European perhaps.“Lovely. Perfect.”“My name is Cristel.. I leaned into her tits, licking at them as they bounced up and down. Then she clutched me hard, mashing her tits around my face as she humped madly on my cock. She cried out in pleasure, a long series of yelping exclamations of pleasure that rose in strength and emotion, finally reaching a crescendo in a long, drawn out cry of ecstasy. She trembled violently, and then collapsed into a limp ball of flesh. I pushed her back a little, though still hugging her tightly against me. I felt her cunt. He remembered his new treasure, and wanted to make sure that nothing had happened to it, that no one had messed with it. He sighed, relieved to see that it didn't seem to be damaged in any way. Carefully he looked along the outsides for any signs of damage from whomever had been playing this prank. "Obviously, George" he told himself angry. He didn't really believe that, George being far too serious for any such foolishness, but how else was he going to explain that statue. "Ms. Norris" Donald. ‘This is the Barrington ranch, isn’t it?’ ‘That’s what it says on the mailbox.’ ‘Good. Then I’m where I’m supposed to be,’ she said with friendly laughter, but she still didn’t get a reaction. She bit her lower lip a little anxiously. She really didn’t need any quarrels right now. It had been one very long, very warm day. With this in mind, she tried polite friendliness and flashed her best smile, but it quickly became apparent that this stoic and uncouth ranch hand wasn’t even trying to be.