En langzaam streelde ze mijn scrotum. Ik voelde dat ik nat werd en werd wat ongeduldig. Bang om betrapt te worden en met blauwe ballen naar huis pakte...ik haar handen en draaide haar tegen de schuurmuur. Mijn handen gleden onder die dikke lelijke trui, haar tepels hard en stevig. Ik ging iets door mijn knieën zodat ik mijn lul tussen haar benen door de stof van haar broek tegen haar warme lippen kon drukken. Je kent het wel, volle geiligheid en haar lipjes voelde ik al wijken door de stof, Ik. That way, she could not twist her body or close her legs to protect her pussy. And that was the source of her agony.A man was swinging a wide leather strap between her legs, trying to hit her pussy with every blow. Even though he didn't hit the girl's pussy square every time, he did catch enough of her thighs and pussy with each blow to cause the girl to scream. Of course, she was weeping and wailing between blows. The strap the man was using as a lash left a welt at every blow, but they were. As her skirt lifted at every footfall, I was mesmerised by the glimpses of buttocks and labia as she ran. After some 5km we stopped at one my favourite spots for a drink of water. The spot overlooked a small, seemingly hidden valley with a trickle of a stream fed by a spring somewhere, it was a torrent in the winter, but was now quiescent.We kissed gently at first then with more ardour; our hands exploring the bodies we knew so well from dancing together; but now the touching had the urgency of. Mitch said 'hi' as he came into the kitchen, taking off his slightlydamp suit jacket and putting it over the back of a kitchen chair. Iasked about the roads and he replied, "I don't think it'll amount tomuch. Just a flurry. Boy, Donnie, every time I see you, you look morebeautiful."I smiled and blushed as I spooned dinner into two bowls. "Seriously? Ididn't even get changed or redo my makeup. I've been wearing this allday."Mitch loosened his tie and came up behind me laying an affectionate.