" I replied."If you want some help go and throw what we need on the back of the hack and I'll rinse these dishes and make some smoko. Come and pick me...up in about 10 minutes."I placed my cup and plate by the sink and went out sliding my feet into my gumboots.I drove the pick-up from where we left it last night round to the shed and threw some post, wire and tools onto the back and went back and collected Mum and the smoko basket.We drove out to the back of the farm and down into the small gully. Now I sit alone sipping a watered-down cocktail, living in mortal fear of even a microsecond of eye contact.Still, I managed to glance up long enough to spot HER standing at the end of the bar like a lighthouse, both beckoning and warning of impending doom. My type: leggy, languid, long dirty-blonde hair. (Although with my need I could easily settle for a little person with red dreadlocks.) I would have hurdled my way to her but I also have an intense fear of rejection stemming from a. It was wonderful once I entered into her, and she was looking like an angel with all that Sweat, on top of me and Riding me like a horse. Her breasts were bouncing, and my hands cupped them and I was squeezing them. She was exhausted and fell on me, with her Pointed nipples resting on my Chest. I Rolled onto her, in the Missionary position, and kissing her very deeply. She locked her legs onto me, and I was ramming her hard, till I CUMMED in her. As she was in a Safe Period we both did not want. Im sorry if I hurt you but we have to do it ok. Knowing I was right and only trying to help he nodded in agreement. I took one of the large wooden pop cycle sticks from the first aid kit and placed it under his finger that was hurt. As it flattened his finger out straight he grunted in agony but never let it out. I could tell it was great pain for him though. I wrapped it as quickly as I could tying it together with the next finger over to stabilize it. When I was done with his finger he was.