She asked about the crops: what they were, why they grew them. He answered her questions happily and knowledgeably. She was impressed by his knowledge... He was impressed by her comments and follow up questions. It was clear that she was genuinely interested.Then they were into weaning hotly pursued by shearing. Hal was right. Diana was profoundly affected by the sheep's grief but at least they were moved to pastures further away from the house than the kindergarten. Shearing for Diana was hard. One of the guys said “it will never fit in that little pussy” but I knew how loose she gets when I eat her but of course didn’t say anything.The masseur took hold of his monster cock and started rubbing the head up and down my wife’s very wet slit and then lodged it in her pussy and started pushing his hips forward. The head of his cock popped in with no problem and he must have buried at least 6” on the first thrust but by this time Martha had come out of her sexual haze a little and raised up. The lightning and thunder seem to be directly above us. In the heat of the late night air, our bodies lie together, my weight atop you, as we both come down from the panting and frantic breathing of our first fuck. We lie together for a few minutes, and then I get up and find my undershirt, and use it to wipe my sweaty forehead so that I can open my eyes again. I look down and see you lying on the floor of your van, naked and spread out for me, your pussy gaping and wet, your breasts gently. I lay in a bed, or a quilt of some sort, possibly a sleeping bag or fur. The woman who lay beside me stirred slightly, shifting uneasily in her sleep, a small barely audible gasp escaping her supple lips. The lips fascinated me, and I focused upon them more than upon anything. Her lips seemed not only to be beautiful reaching appendages of her body and soul but also seemed a purpose, a reason. I noticed at this time that I too had lips, sticky and reaching, and felt an urge and desire to have.