I gag and choke and he pulls it halfway back out. He slips it slowly back in again until the tip hits the gag point at the back of my throat. And he p...shes against it. I gag again and he pulls back. Not as far this time. 'You can do it baby, take me down your throat.'I try to lean toward him to try and give a straighter path into my throat.He holds my head in place and this time he pushes forward and doesn't stop. I feel him hit that spot again but as my throat clenches and starts to gag I feel. As we headed for the barns he explained that sun up was at about six, so we would get up at five. At about one Kay or someone would bring us lunch. At eight we’d stop work, go home and tend to the machinery and animals. Dinner was at nine. As we approached the barns I saw another tractor coming towards the barns from the south. I assumed it was either my cousin Steve or Don driving. He stood up and waved. I waved back. I asked, ‘Are you Steve or Don?’ ‘Don’s at football camp. He’s going to be. Her lungs rising and falling rhythmically in time with each hot breath of air she took. Strands of loose hair clung to the perspiration upon her face. My mind felt heavy, the near constant torment of the crotch strap was making it hard to focus. To make matters worse I now faced a new torture as strands of my silky blonde tail began to tease and stick to my sticky wet thighs. Watching her warily I reached down to pick up the last piece of my outfit. For some reason I needed to finish putting on. ." Yes he did," I nodded. "He ate half of my sandwich." Oh. Shoot, uh ... He sorta does that," the man frowned and Jasper was happy to sit on my comforter and I'd found myself scratching the dog behind his left ear."I'll make another one when I get home," I shrugged."Right," he cleared his throat and he'd already looked me over several times and now he did it again, so I smiled."Are you looking for a date?" I asked him before he could do something silly like introduce himself."Uh..." that drew.