He was enjoying his control. He was rough and he liked scaring meI waited for him to ease off a little and as soon as I sensed it I pushed him off and...before he could respond was moving my head to his cock. I fumbled to get his fucking stiff cock from his trousers, but I was not going to let him take control again. It popped out and I was on it like a banshee, like a cock crazy whore, no gentle tease, licking etc , but straight down my throat as far as I could get it, I was choking, he liked. Her full and firm and perky breasts moving beautifully with each stroke; yes, she was without a swimsuit. This beauty seemed to be completely naked, but the ferns and flowers around her did obscure her legs. What a wonderful sight to see: the sun glistening on the droplets of water that flowed slowly down her delicate swanlike neck, to her pale shoulders; to stall awhile, before gathering momentum to fall again, and curl around beautiful breasts, shining in the sun from the outside and shining. I knew my mother was over at a neighbor’s house and I was alone in ours. At least, that’s what I thought. My plan was to call Dylan for him to come over and we could fuck all afternoon. Pete was supposed to have gone fishing with a buddy of his.On my way to my room, I heard sounds coming from the living room. I dropped my bag on the stairs and went to find out what it was.The sight that met me made my jaw drop. There was a guy sitting on the sofa, a big dark haired dude I had never seen before.. “Why don’t you sell it?” Pepper asked.It was obvious that Pepper didn’t understand the difference between having a couple of trees and an orchard for food production.Carl said, “You won’t get rich selling a couple of bushels of cherries.”“You could grow more,” Pepper said.To him it was really simple.Carl said, “Growing fruits out here is challenging. The orchard started with two kinds of native plums, Norther and Wanata. We’ve been growing Montmorency cherries out here for years. We just.