He pushed my feet aside and crawled his way in between my legs. He forced me down onto my back with one strong hand. He held me there just staring at ...e, savoring the moment. I didnt know what to do so I lay there not moving. I began crying to myself softly. He didnt seem to care. His free hand grabbed the straps that were draped over my shoulders holding my dress in place. He pulled one down and then the other without much fight from me. He pulled the dress down all the way to my waist. . by now my cock was bursting to be wanked, I wanted her to close her fist on it and pump it with her hand until I spurted everywhere! She had other plans.Pulling out a bottle of lube she slowly dripped it over my balls, rubbing them, making them made ache I could feel the pressure building and she hadn't even tugged at my cock yet! My mind was buzzing I wanted to cum so bad, My legs were squirming as she went back to sliding her fingers over my oiled nuts, I started to ask/beg her to stroke. He slid his cock out of her pussy with a pop. Misty moaned when it came out and Thomas walked to the lamp on each side of the bed. He turned them on and walked back towards her open legs. She watched his cock all the way. It bounced as he took each step! It was wet, thick and the head was purple. She marveled at how her small pussy could accept such a thick hard thing like his cock. But, she was glad it could. She moved up on the bed and as she lay there she put her feet on the bed bending her. Back then i could keep poking her without coming for at least two hours and she would give as good as she got. Anywhere on the farm would do. In the hayshed, up against a tree in the orchard or in the long grass meadow. If she wasn't up for it I would never force her and she would toss me off instead. Being trained to milk cows by hand she could do it expertly always knowing when to ease off and to let the seed flow when she knew I couldn't hold back anymore. In the latter years of our.