“I’m sorry.”His hands leave her shoulders with a pat. “That’s okay, take your time. When you’re done, come out back, we’ll practice your...archery.”She’s breathless when he leaves the room. Her head is a cloud of spinning thoughts. She is dying to talk to someone about all the craziness, and now her uncle knows about it. More than that, he seems okay with it! But she really wishes her friends would return her messages. No, even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to understand this. She’d reached. They loaded the first three wagons, weighing all the pecans before dumping them into the wagons. They planned to weigh one wagon load each day, just to have an average of the pecans they sent to market.Don’s ranch hands hitched the teams to the tall-sided wagons and drove them out to where the pecan harvest had started. Within minutes, they were dumping baskets loaded with pecans into the first wagon as Howard and Moses weighed them.Some men had grain scoops and used them to toss the pecans. I was about to… you know.’ The conductor’s voice rang out over the public address, announcing the train’s imminent arrival at Slough, where Emma was due to catch the number 58 bus to Pinewood. She grabbed her cardigan and handbag and stood, her bosom hovering imperiously and erotically over Tom’s baffled, scarlet face. Should she leave him like this? What was the right thing to do? Leave him or relieve him? He looked so helpless. She decided to put him out of his misery. ‘Here,’ she said.. You've got a tight little cunt." So big. So hot. Fuck me," she gasped as he violated her.Tightly gripping her thighs, Morgan shoved the last of his shaft into her, his balls settling against her ass. "You've got a dirty little mouth, too. I like that."Her lips clung to him as he withdrew, seemingly seeking to keep him buried inside her. Her juices coated his shaft in a sheathe of milky wetness, indicating just how turned on she was. Morgan thrust back inside her, slamming his cock home.Her.