Sweet, timid, defenseless, a real pushover — but they had no idea the emotions that always boiled beneath the surface or how she'd been trained all ...er life to control them. Not once, since her earliest childhood, had she given vent to the rage of which she was capable. Not until now.As good as it felt to smash that woman's nose all over her face, Devi still felt the shame of letting go. Her gram would have been so disappointed in her. Raising the glass to her lips again, she shot back the rest. It was common practice for farmers to have storage tanks of fuel, gasoline and/or diesel, on their property. Fuels for vehicles and equipment that were for farm use only were exempt from excise taxes. The fuel was dyed red so that law enforcement could prove if the fuel in a truck stopped on a public road had been sold without paying the excise taxes.Having fertilizer and diesel fuel stored on a farm was business as usual and not a terrorist act. The fertilizer was necessary to grow the crop. Something felt different though, and I was horrified when I discoveredwhat it was.Her tongue was massaging me, inside the folds of her new vagina, hertongue was still there.I groaned as I shot my load into her."Bravo," Vikki clapped, "I was expecting a longer performance but itcan't be helped." She walked over to my fling and gently massaged hermouth clit. Seeing her shudder was too much, and I found myself gettinghard again."Don't worry love, you can't get pregnant now," she said to her."This. That was what was happening here.With every lick, my wife was getting hornier and hornier. Her speed of sucking my dick was getting slower and slower as she was feeling the orgasm building inside her.I have the habit of introducing my nose along with my tongue on her pussy. I did this in that situation and as soon as she felt the cold breath on her pussy, her orgasm built even more. She bounced her ass once and came even closer to my face. Then I licked and moved my nose on her pussy once more.