He had no idea how, but he wanked furiously in that general direction.He scrunched his eyes closed, his stomach was just a sea of tight muscles and hi... cock was in the hands of the one he loved. My tiny hand bled him of all the pent up gallons of juice he had been saving for the weeks he had been dreaming of me.It was as if he wasn’t spurting at all, it was just one, long, continuous, never- ending rope of flowing, white hot, boiling cum. On and on it went, he smiled, screwed his face again,. Pete began to get to know her a bit better and soon learnt that she was 32 and had just ended a ten year relationship. Pete had also began to gain more trust over the weeks and he eventually had his own lambing section to run, one of only two on the farm. One sunday morning, Pete was running his section and Tom was running the other. But Tom suddenly got a call that his wife had gone into labour and he had to rush out, leaving the entire farm to Pete. Luckily it was coming to the end of lambing. I didn’t feel much, and he wasn’t out to make it good for me either. He was soon done too - pulling out and spreading sticky wetness all over my crouch and the tops of my legs.Once he was finished, he got off me and put my knickers in one of my hands. I rolled over with the intention of getting my head straight and then getting up.I must have passed out some, for I woke up at the sound of voices and the room being much darker than it had been earlier. My eyes wouldn’t open properly, tough my. She took my hand and walked backwards to her bed, sitting on the edge, than laying back, her legs raised and opened wide, my cock was pointing right at the love box in front of me, with a gentle push the head parted her lips, she had been looking down, but her head dropped back and she gave a grunt, I eased a little more into her, Oh fuck, Im taking it , my pussy is taking your huge cock I guessed she had took care of her hymen before now, so I pushed hard, I was right, I went balls deep, Fuck,.