She had the window oiled and unlocked. I approached via a devious path that took me through two properties, over a tree across a creek, through a fiel... dodging horse shit, past the barn and supporting sheds. No one saw me. No dogs warmed up a howl to greet me. I was standing at the edge of the house. I heard some heavy breathing that wasn’t mine, coming from the watermelon patch across the driveway that separated the houses. I moved slow, back to the corner of her house. Dallas stood up behind. ‘I had breakfast and Matty’s here to milk the cows.’ ‘When did she get here?’ Ora asked. ”Bout an hour after you fell asleep. Ah fixed a pallet for her on the parlor floor. Wish I could stay t’day…’ ‘We need the money and Mr. McCurley needs you t’ finish the job,’ she cut him off as she pushed herself up with her arms. He sat on the bed to stop her from getting out and held the cup of tea in front of her. Under the home-spun sheets she pulled her legs up into a lotus position so she could lean. She was always above what I should get, but we hit it off. She loved guys, loved to make out, and loved everything about sex. Our relationship was always perfect, except for the sex. Even then, and she was going to exploit it.You might wonder why I'm writing about this now. Well, my 32nd birthday is coming up in two months, and she is planning quite the fuckfest. She has kept a log of ever guy she has never done anything sexual with; first it started as a cute high school teen girl thing. After. I said ‘yes baby, cum for me, cum hard, soak me in your cum’. Her load shot over my fist inside her and out over my arm, she thrust her pelvis upward at the same time fucking my fist as she came.I lay over her while she rode out her orgasm but before it subsided, I got up and moved my cock between her legs, ramming it inside her and putting my fingers in her mouth so she could drink her own cum. Her oral work on my cock left me close to cumming so i wasted no time, pushed her legs over her.