“And there’s a lot of walking involved, too,” he thought. As he trudged across the field, careful to step over the freshly raked rows, he heard...a car horn from out on the road. “What happened? Did your tractor decide to lay down for a nap?” yelled Bob. “Hit a ground hog hole,” he yelled back. “Mind giving me a lift into Fort Smallwood? There’s a gas station owner there with an old-style chain hook tow rig. He can right this thing for me.” On the way to Fort Smallwood – which is really no. Then the fun began. Kevin got it started when he grabbed a can of whipped cream and started spraying it on my head. The chilly cream started dripping down onto my tits as I tried to keep his cock in my mouth. Scott then took a bottle of chocolate syrup and squeezed it on to Jen’s head as she sucked his cock. The chocolate started dripping down her face. Jeremy followed, spraying whipped cream on Kris.I stood up first and stuck my tongue down Kevin’s throat as I wrapped my arms around him. I. That sweet pain cleared my head, though, and after that I slept well.As usual, the next morning, all acted as if nothing had happened.Well, except Marie. Gone was her crippling shyness. She didn't flaunt it ... it was just gone. She served in exactly the same way she always had, except now she smiled and looked people in the eye. That was the only outward difference. I spoke to her, as a test, telling her more toast should be brought, and she said, "Yes, Mr. Wadsworth," before hurrying off to. “I’m not going to last long at all with the both of you on me like this. It feels so fucking good.”He begins to grind against the both of us and just feeling his palpable, visceral pleasure is sending tendrils of ecstasy straight to my nipples and womb. My clit throbs in absolute arousal as I plunge my tongue even further inside of him and hearing the wet, sloppy sounds of him riding Natti’s face is so fucking sexy. Hearing his unrestrained carnal moans of pleasure propel me to lick him even.