We were beside a hayfield and she led me through it, our passage leaving a trail in the knee-high grass. She was wearing a short skirt that reached ba...ely halfway down her thighs and I looked appraisingly at her heavy but shapely legs and her round, cutely bobbling bottom. On the other side of the field was a small woodlot and then a little sort of valley by the nearly dry creek. Sally led me down the slope and, at the bottom; there was a small grassy area under a big oak tree."I like it here,". After saying this three times Diane picked up the pace of pumping my cock and once again I came with still quite a big load.?Load number two?, Diane announced and after only ten minutes. But we all knew with each time I came the next one would be slower in coming.?I guess at the end f it all we will have to blow him and maybe even fuck him?, Diane said and all the girls mumbled their agreement as best hey could with their tongue and lips busy on my body.?Let us see if a change of pace and. Once she had cleaned the area, she decided that she couldn'tput the same breast forms back on, and had to pick a different set that,although they were the same size, had hollowed out areas in the back, 'torelease pressure on the inflamed area' she said. These forms had adifferent, firmer feel to my previous ones. Even so, once she had fixedthem in place, she handed me my bra. Putting that back on, I looked downat my chest, and realised the only person who could tell the differencewould be me. But when you spent hours waiting for sex by the roadside, a cigarette or two was a very welcome companion.Buttercup was less keen on prostitution than Tracey, although she was actually substantially more successful at it. In fact, this may have been part of what she didn't like. She never seemed to have enough time to recover between one encounter and the next. But she did at least twice as well as Tracey, and not just because she had more customers. Often her clients were so grateful to meet.