I'm sure they will be the same."Janet and I went through the shower and wore only shorts, T-shirt, and flip flops to join Steve and others out on the ...atio. I poured coffee for Janet and me, and then warmed up Glenda's, Tiny's, Ruth's, and Mercy's. I used my cell phone to call the charter office and found out that there was nothing pending. I handed the phone to Janet, and it had been decided to give her another day off after her incident yesterday. Because of the amount of damage, it was. Her fingers merrily played with my entrance and squeeze right through. At first she started with tickling my opening but it quickly grew into strokes that were fierce but so precise on handling my precious spot that I immediately felt a flow leaking out of me as the heat of my core start to rise. Seemingly thrilled, she curved her fingers into a hook to hit my sweet spot. She was so aggressive that I was forced to bite down on my lips to hold off a scream that so badly wanted to get out. I was. His hands felt so good as he explored my body and with each heated moment my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Wanting him to touch me more I slide my right leg up around his hip and around behind him to give him access that I so needed now. In this position he eased his right hand between my legs and started rubbing my wet pussy and clit. The feeling was just as good if not better than when he fingered me in the pool. He probed one, than two fingers in and out of me causing a slushing sound. Being of a somewhat frugal nature, though not entirely by choice, the farmer decided to travel with the absolutely least number of stops, his moving larder being well-stocked with delicacies only a fellow Boer would fully appreciate: Biltong, Droë wors, Stywwe pap and, to keep things moving smoothly, a handsome number of bottles of his best Wit blits thrown in for good measure.Now this Wit blits is something inspired directly from heaven. Every farmer boasting a couple of fruit trees naturally.