"Please! Don't do this." I have to, Ella," the man said, pressing up behind her and letting her feel his hardened cock between her ass cheeks. "You di... bad, and now you have to be punished." My name isn't Ella!" she pleaded. "You have the wrong person! My name is Sandra. Sandra Lee--"She cried out as she felt the man's cock press roughly against her vulnerable pussy. "Pleeeease...! Please don't do--"She cried again, wriggling her body and 'clamping down' on her vagina in an effort to keep him. Heather knew that she was being silly, although she also knew that love never made sense and likely never would. ‘Okay,’ Heather thought to herself. ‘I have a day to spend fooling around with my girl, I can take some time away from my job search. If this horny bitch wants girl-fucking, that’s what she’s gonna get!’ Two sets of eyes met as Heather pressed her sexy body on top of her girlfriend’s. ‘You may need another day off work by the time I get through with you,’ Heather smiled. ‘Promises,. Do ya reckon I could have a swig from yer canteen? I'd be much obliged." Shore thing, Miz. Sawbuck, here ya go. An' please call me John. All my friends do. That canteen's nearly full. Ya keep it, an' I'll git me another one. Won't be no problem—there's several empties in my wagon." Why, thank ya, kindly, John. I do appreciate the kindness. An' ya kin call me Mary. I'd like that." They talked for a few more minutes before John had to leave to return to duty. Mary spent the rest of the afternoon. Hesehi karte karte hi wo maa ka boobs dabarahatha tho maa ne achanak apne blouse nikali aur ander bra bhi nai pehni thi boobs tho bade bade the aur wo anil ka haat lekar apne nanga boobs ke upar rakki wo tho boobs ko jorse dabarahatha aur nipples ko bhi squese karRahatha aur maa tho jor jorse aaaaaaa aaaaaaa kar rahithi, anil tho ek haatse maaki chutse paani nikal rahatha aur doosre haatse boobs dabarahatha, aur ek baar lips ko choosthatha aur kabhi boobs ko cahoosthatha. Poora room kuch.