Well, it felt like there were a couple of spear-points boring into my back. I looked back over my shoulder at her and saw the wicked grin on her face....Mary," I whispered, "The fireworks are about to start! Can't this wait until we get home?" Nope," she said."Well, we can't do it HERE," I told her. "There's hundreds of people around! Even if we go back in the bushes..." Don't be a spoilsport!," she interrupted, "Grab the blanket and follow me. I know just the spot."I knew that there was no. ...then her hands pushing at my chest, forcing me to back my jumping prick out of her tight cunt. Listen, it's been awhile for me. So, go slow, she commanded. I had to force myself not to cum, easing out of her good pussy. She slowly releases the pressure on my chest, allowing the head of my pole to slip back past her sweet pussy lips. We gasped together as her tight wet pussy engulfed the tip of my cock. My cock throbbed as her cunt pulsed from the pleasure. The more she relaxed the deeper I. After returning to his body, he got out of the chair and went to the armoire. Sure enough, the key was right where he had seen it while in the spirit. He decided that tonight, he would leave his room and look around a bit.Sitting himself in the chair, he closed his eyes and began his breathing routine, to relax and to get into the meditation. Silently, reciting his mantra he allowed thoughts and cares to leave his mind finally, leaving it blank. Soon, he felt his spirit float from his body.He. We did that for a while, Burt asking questions, me answering trying not to give too much away. At first the questions revolved around what the girls did for me in the spring and the final question before we took the hay out to stack it was, to ask if I was going to do the same thing this year.After I stated that I had no idea if I wanted to put up with the hassle, he laughed declaring, "Yea, I can see getting a blow job and laid every day from a bunch of different girls is a chore that takes a.