“Mmmmm, I’m alright. But you can keep checking me out if you feel it’s necessary,” he says and rolls to his back. You smile at him, smiling. ...��Take your time. It’s a tough routine.” You keep your hand on him and now it rests on his now rock hard abs. He looks up at you and you notice his eyes as they rest briefly on your breasts before he looks you in the eye. “What’s next Ma’am.” “Errrrrr,” you jokingly growl. “ Let’s get some water. Then we will get some yoga in." You help him up and then. She watched him stride toward the barn, the bucket of feed heavy on one arm, the other holding his gun – though he carried that more in hope of a rabbit than any expectation of needing it, cougars were scarce, Indians long gone to reservations, they owned nothing to tempt bandits. He turned the corner of the barn. ‘Hold it! Drop the Winchester. Arms above your head.’ The unexpected command carried faintly. A figure moved out of the shadows, its Colt a dull gleam. ‘Sonny, get his gun.’ A second. But first, I need to teach him to suck my balls. Okay, boy, get on down there and suck my sweaty balls for me.” I did love the taste and texture of his thick cum load, and as he pushed me down to his balls, I loved the aroma and taste of his hairy and sweaty black balls. I sucked his big testicles into my mouth, one at a time, and he held my head against him as I happily sucked his balls. After sucking him that way for about five minutes, he pushed me away and said, “That’s enough for me for. I thought about sucking him and fucking him and even about kissing him. It would be incredible to kiss him as he came inside me. Both his tongue deep in my mouth and his hard, thick cock deep in my ass. I began to ache for him.The thoughts too much, the urges too strong, I let my fingers find my hole and trace circles around in, imagining it was Miguel’s fingers, his tongue or his cock. I pushed my fingers inside myself and moaned, dreaming of cock. I stroked myself, with my fingers inside my.