You’re a sex fiend I think. If I’m not around you pounce on my mother. Poor Mum. You’d better start running before Dad finds out.’ The arrival...of the tractors interrupted further conversation between them. There was the squawk of a two-way radio from one of the tractors and Peter heard a distorted voice saying the lunches would be there soon if they hadn’t already arrived. Jennifer’s men-folk had come for their meal. Peter could only marvel at the way the family had accepted him but Andrew. Each twist sent shivers through my hips and belly.“Mmmm Yesss Please! Fuck me with your fingers!”A moment later Pete’s mouth had abandoned my clitoris and all three fingers were being thrust in and out of my depths, first slowly, then growing faster and faster. I could feel myself loosening around him, fluids almost pouring from my body as if to ease his way, the wet slapping sounds emanating from between my highs all but obscene in their animal lust.“You like being finger-fucked?” Pete growled. It lasted for a few minutes until Blake had realised that my cock had softened in his anus. "What's going on?" Blake looked down at me strange while I was still inside of him. "I'm really sorry Blake," I began, "I'm just so exhausted man. Intercourse is simply too much work tonight." Well that do you need me to do get you off?" He said with his arms crossed.I had an idea. It seemed to be the only way I could get this over and done with and proceed to my husbands pleasure. I told Blake to kneel. We lingered till about 3:00 AM before finally crashing. The rain had picked up now to a steady downpour. It was a bit chilly, so Kelso and me actually crawled IN our sleeping bags, lol. The next morning I rose about 10:00. Peaking my head out of the doorway of the tent, I could smell coffee. Good enough. I slide into a pr of sweats, and a plain white tee. Sliding into my flip flops head out for some hot brew. The rain is still coming down. I pour up some coffee, then into the supply tent for.