...................?? She sat upstairs in theirbarn pondering this, dressed in orange shorts and an elastic athletic bra whichwhilst providing much ne...ded support via it's 2 straps which criss-crossedbehind her back also allowed her to cool off after the restricting schooluniform which she'd come home in 45 mins earlier; so she sat between 2 bales ofhay sweating in the afternoon sunlight wondering what a ?blow job? was and howyou did it ? She thought that if she could figure it out she'd have. They didn't care that more people were in the bar now. At that moment it was just the two of them. Stevens hand was now sliding under her top. Cupping her tits and rubbing her nipples through the lacy cup of her bra. Kissing Stevens neck, she whispered in his ear, "I need to fuck you".He didn't have to wait for her to say it again. He stood up and grabbing her hand, led her outside. Outside the cool evening fresh air hit her and she stumbled. Steven caught her before she fell. Scooping her into. Und jedes Mal hielt er mit geschickten Streicheleinheiten meine erotische Spannung aufrecht. So habe ich u.a. noch einen roten Body, ein Einteiler zum Binden an den offenen Brüsten und dem offenen Schritt im String, sowie diverse Strings, BHs und eine trägerlose schwarze Corsage vorgeführt. Endlich, endlich, nach ungefähr zwei Stunden stand ich wieder nackt in meiner Kabine. Ludwig war mit allen meinen Sets verschwunden, um sie an der Kasse einzuloggen und einzupacken. Eben wollte ich mich. ‘Enough talk, Mr. Miles. Shall we fuck?’ ‘Your servant, Mrs. Johnson.’ I began to move, pulling back until I almost left her, pushing in deep until I bottomed, my prick moving easily – audibly – in Catherine’s free-flowing juices. Her hands were warm on my back, stroking lightly as I moved, her heels resting lightly on my ass as I moved. Her eyes were fixed on mine, warm, alive with her obvious enjoyment in our actions, laughter not far from the surface, caring – sharing – laughter. I thrilled.