“I’m going to have you field cultivate about 50 acres of last year’s sorghum,” dad said as he attached the old 4440 to the implement he was ta...king about.“Start with the end rows, then just try not to miss any spots,” he imparted. “OH! And stay well away from the fences this time,” he laughed.“I’m not 12 anymore, dad,” I rolled my eyes at him, remembering his irritation after I’d torn out 20 feet of fence with a cultivator a couple of years ago.It was a cool morning that promised to turn into a. A now, terrified Susan stood there unable to move. Unseen 'hands' were roaming freely across her body. Both breasts and nipples were now being kneaded and she felt delicate touches probing deeper onto the soft folds of her labia. Despite her mounting fears, her body was slowly succumbing to the exquisite touches and caresses of the 'hands', 'fingers', 'mouths' and 'lips' which were relentlessly adorning her body over the silky fabric that covered her nakedness.She made a half-hearted attempt to. Without a word he stood up in front of me and pulled my hair roughly so that my mouth lifted towards him and he rammed his dick into my mouth. It was so huge, I couldn't scream and was gasping for air. He was thrusting his hips fiercely and using his hands to move my head so he could get his dick as deep in as possible. I wanted to vomit. I was gagging every few seconds and a somewhat salty taste and pungent smell overwhelmed me. My lips felt sore and swollen, I was trying to keep my mouth wide. It was like being outside in Arizona in the summer, only the heat was coming from below? and concentrated on her nether regions. She felt the intensity building – the slow buildup to climax. Her pussy was already wet. After five minutes, Chelsea felt her juices begin to sizzle. The heat was incredible. The pleasure was coming in waves, more and stronger, until her first orgasm took her. The next came less than two minutes later.Fifteen minutes after the machine was turned on, Chelsea’s pussy.