I told him to get to his feet and carefully guided him to the garage. I positioned him on the bench, securing his arms as before with the bungee cords... I noticed that he had the orange “safe word” golf ball held in his right hand. I again used the belt to secure his torso to the bench, but left his legs unsecured for now, his feet were flat on the floor, his legs spread wide with his ass barely on the end of the bench. His ball sack hung down free and unsupported. I took a moment to admire the. I did feel her pussy become even more slippery as we made mush out of the fruit. She was so slippery, I never stopped until my cock bottomed out against her cervix.“You OK?” I asked, as I looked at her. She was smiling and nodding her head as she began to fuck her sexy ass up and down on the chair cushion.I grabbed her waist just above her hips and pulled her to me each time I fucked my cock into her. I watched as I thrust into her, the pulpy mess of the banana came oozing out around my cock as. From some place she got a small thong bikini bottom she tied into place. When I went to pee, I found out someone had waxed me at some point last night. The thong covered everything that I needed covered while showing off my muscular body. She helped me back into my own bikini top. The tiny bikini top that went with the thong bikini wouldn’t hold them in at all. I never heard her say a word, then I found her in my lap crying uncontrollably. She did her best to talk to me, in heavily accented. "Seth trotted halfway to the store before the heat slowed his pace. He stopped, panting, and wiped the salty sweat from his eyes. We sure could use some clouds and some rain, even a thunderstorm. The grass looked burnt, and the corn patch wilted and stunted. In bare places that had been mud puddles in the spring, the ground was cracked like some crazy puzzle. Dust devils chased each other down the shoulders of the old turnpike.Seth watched his shortened shadow move across the stubble and.