"Nope," she smiled, "I am a cock girl." She played around with the thought and Cathy came back to mind. Cathy was about the same built as her. Perhap... a bit shorter with breasts more prominent than her own 34C. She had seen Cathy a while ago in a short cocktail dress. The hem was about mid-thigh with rather athletic legs reaching down to the other woman’s stilettos. Lifting her booted legs into her own vision she realised her legs were a fair match for the other woman’s and she blushed. There was a peculiar taste there, but not totally unpleasant. "Oh yeah, Don, that's the spot," said Janet, and she released his balls in order to work the dildo in and our of her slippery cunt. Don started to alternate pushing his tongue up into Janet's ass with rimming around her asshole. The next time he poked his tongue up her bottom, Janet let more of her weight down onto his face. Her cheeks spread out from the contact, forcing his tongue deeper inside her. Between the fluttery movements. He quickly texted back. “Meet you there? Where?” “Ah that horny sucker,” she thought deviously. And then she ignored him. The rest of the lunch hour she must have gotten at least ten messages from him getting increasingly desperate. Clearly, he was worrying that he was missing out.“Where are you? I walked down the waterfront trail, but not seeing you! Did I miss you?” She smiled, as she was lying comfortably naked, except for her warm socks, in bed at home. Just her, some lube, and her favorite. ”“In our old home, I would be getting a small plot of land ready for him to start farming on his own,” Jomo said.For the past few years, Jomo had his son work in the garden with him, teaching him the basic skills about how to run a successful farm. They would work side-by-side with Jomo explaining what they were doing, and why it was necessary. Rudo knew what to do, but only under the watchful eye of his father.When Rudo turned ten, Jomo would give him a small plot of land to farm. This was the.