Cranking the backhoe I dump the dirt back in covering you and your belongings and then pack the dirt over you. Using the plow on the back of the tract...r; I make rows over your grave to match the rest of the plowed field. I take the tractor back to the house and wash the backhoe pan with disinfectant, then wash the bedclothes from our bed. The deed is done my darling dead whore wife and they're not likely to find your grave. From what I understand you're too deep for a cadaver dog to find your. No Asian exchange student, whose only English is reciting the dollar value items on the menu at Muchos Nachos. I could dream big and want a house, a car that doesn’t scream college hand-me down and make five course meals that don’t include ramen noodles. Along the way to finding myself, I was getting caught up in small scale pornography, but at this point, I was starting to not care. Jeff was still trying to find a hole for his flesh key. I was still trying to find an exit strategy. Jeff. We didn't want it to stop but stop we did. I held my body away from her and looked down. We grinned at each other. Our shyness had certainly disappeared. Then, I'm not sure who was first, but we had to finish what we'd started. Her legs clamped onto my calves, my arms hooked under her shoulders, my face was buried in her neck and we raced toward our mutual goals. All our inhibitions were shed as we shouted our pleasure. I felt the pumping and spurting of my semen, my thrusts became even more. She slowly began to unbutton my blouse, then my bra and began to softly suck my nipples. My pussy was soaking wet at this point. I have never been touched like this by another woman before and I was liking it. She slid my shorts and thong off and onto the floor. She dove into my completely shaved pussy. She spread me with her fingers and licked my juices as my clit began to harden. She lapped my pussy like a starving puppy and then went for the clit, sucking it with meaning as I began to.