Men who danced with their wives, and they tended to be few, kissed their hands after the dance just as they kissed the hands of other partners. Lionel...kissed the back of her fingers when they parted for any reason and often when she joined him. He sometimes even kissed her palm before her family. That aroused quite erotic feelings, though she could hide them.When the weather was fine, they might seek the orchard again. If Lionel no longer pulled her so tightly against him, his kisses were. “Tried what?” I send back, like an idiot.“Edging. Its hard”There’s a pause, and then she types more: “like I couldnt make myself stop lol”“Well yah, u gotta practice:)” - a kind of peace offering.“Ya i tried again this morning and made myself stop in time”“Wow good job” I send, sincerely enough. I let my fingers sneak under my waistband.“Thanks :)” another pause, “now I’m restless tho.”“Thats called horny, brat” I tease.She kind of snickers, audibly. “Lol dam right. so you still never answered. She stretched, remembering the unpleasant vibration of those annoying electric motors as they powered the long rail car up into the pastures of the farming districts. Now, traveling parallel to the equator, the car used very little energy to maintain its motion, and felt much more sedate, especially to Vanessa's sore, nylon encased, travel worn rump.Jessika watched her new acquisition, smiling as Beautiful Vanessa waved at someone who was out working the fields, her pert, nylon covered breasts. Once he sat down and closed the car’s door, the guy unzipped his slacks and worked them down, until that black dick could get loose. It sprang up very hard, it slapped his belly with a heavy sound. It looked shiny…It was something really huge. I had seen many hard black cocks in my life; but this one was the biggest I had ever met. It was hard as a fucking rock…It was dripping pre cum and all I had to do was slide my hand around that big head a few times and he was slick as could be. I then.