That was the one thing I missed about Nashville. Diane and Rachel enjoyed the music too.When I picked Diane up from work, she was as happy as I had ev...r seen her. When she got in the car, she immediately kissed me much like we did that morning. She said, "I told everyone at work about us." What did they say?" I asked.She laughed, "They said, it was about time."I smiled and asked, "What did they mean by that?"She laughed again, "They see the way we look at each other and they were wondering what. ”If they heard her, they didn’t let on. They were more concerned by getting out of their clothes. Andrew was soon in front of her, his clothes were removed ready to mount, “Damn, she’s dry.”Andrew fixed that problem by reaching his hand up and spitting into it once, then twice. He rubbed the spit on the end of his rather long cock and about to enter Catherine’s pussy, but she tried to fight him by pulling her legs up, trying to shield her body from him.Andrew just laughed at this lime attempt. However Marie had a work around, she would take a quart canning jar put a tray of ice in it fill it with sweet tea, wrap newspaper around it tight, slide it in to a 5 pound empty sugar bag.Baling hay is hot hard work, wasn’t much time to lolly gag around. JL pulled the tractor to a stop around mid-morning when we got to the end of a row. Opened the tool box took out the tea jugs, lets take a break, and walked over a nice shade tree. We both just sat sweating, drinking tea. JL spoke first. "Take off your clothes, sailor," I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. You comply, slowly unbuttoning the decorated jacket."I want you," you murmur, shrugging out of it. Your undershirt is tight and stretched across your chest. You take it off and my eyes slide down your abdomen, following the trail of hair to your belt line. I want to lick your stomach and kiss your chest. I need to feel your nipples under my fingertips. You remove your slacks and stand in your regulation boxers, your trim.