“You ladies ready to order now?” she asked as she looked directly in Ashley’s eyes. Ashley started her order, both women making eye contact as t...ey talked. I starred at the server, slowly removed my fingers from Ash’s wet pussy, making sure she knew that at the very least my hand was in her lap. I pulled my hand from under the table, I don’t know if she could see it but my fingers were covered in Ash’s juices. I brought my hand to my mouth, and slowly sucked each finger clean, while still. She got on all fours and crawled over to where he stood at the edge of the bed and began eagerly deepthroating his massively fat eight-inch cock. Her head bobbed eagerly as she administered a sloppy no-hands blowjob, her fingernails digging into his hard-muscled ass cheeks.I stood motionless, mesmerized at the sight of her wide-spread knees and the perfect ass cheeks that framed her gushing wet pussy as she kneeled on the bed, servicing her husband's enormous dick. By the dim light of the. The sex was always a bit disappointing for me, because of his little dick, but I made the effort to enjoy it for him. As a c***d I grew up on an a****l husbandry farm, my dad had started me on the sperm collection from the age of 17 and all through University. He paid me a rate per mil of sperm I collected so I was quite well off by the time I left Uni. He said that nobody else could milk a stallion’s cock like me. We had an old gym-vaulting bench with a few blankets over it. We would put the. I brought my Spartan lifestyle with me. I wash dishes by hand. I heat as much as possible with a wood stove. I don't have cable or a cell phone. When I'm not working (which is unusual) I still read lots of books. Somehow being closer to nature made me feel closer to Vicky too, and I was able to talk to her out there in the sun, wind and rain, and nobody would hear me.Well almost nobody. I do have neighbors, though it took me years to get to know them. I first met Lynne the second day I'd lived.