Sliding my hands under your ass, I lift you a bit to get a better angle. You respond by taking an ankle in each hand to pull your legs back and apart... I grind my face into your soaking pussy, sticking my tongue deep inside. After a long, slurping lap from your dripping snatch, I take your clit and gently suck it into my mouth. My tongue rolls around and over it. You buck against my face, gasping and panting. Soon the orgasm builds to critical mass and explodes through your body. Still. Two dogs intervened. Each dog grabbed a pant leg of one of the boys and then pulled them apart.Emilio and Enrique had arrived and already unloaded the cattle, and joined us for dinner. The two men talked excitedly through dinner, asking lots of questions. After dinner, I took them for a quick tour of the Arceneaux farm and showed them the empty houses they could choose from.I explained about the danger from gators but assured them that we’d have the entire Arceneaux property fenced in to keep. Sometimes I work it in and out a few times.Then I soap up my scrubber, and begin to wash my face, pits and tits, cock and balls. I rinse off, and take down the shower head again, and rinse the soap out of my hole, I can push the shwrhd up even further, and take more water if I want, I do this time, and I fill full enuf to take out the next morning's BM, so I'm stuck in the shower until I expend all holding water.But while in the rain locker, I'm thinking about my friend, and what I want to do;. "Martin! What is taking you so long? Dinner is on the table! Would you please hurry up?"Damn it! Martin Willoughby opened his eyes.Oh, well, he thought. Maybe later.Getting up, he pulled up his pants, flushing the toilet for effect. He checked his image in the mirror, to make sure he didn't have a bulge in the front of his pants.He sighed as he noted he didn't and opened the bathroom door, heading down to dinner.Martha Willoughby was not an object to inspire lust. The daughter of a Baptist.