The girl was now sitting on the edge of the desk as her boss fingered her while he gave her a good licking. “My turn now, if you don’t mind doing...that.” She pointed at the TV. “I love going down on a woman,” I said. She stood up and pulled her dress over her head. She was wearing matching underwear which I like to see, her bra was just containing her tits and her pussy was hidden behind a wispy little bit of lace that was just about covering it. “Do you like what you see, I hope so?” “You. I take hold of him, stroking him as I guide him to me. “Move slowly at first” I tell him, “I want you to last.” We both caught a staggered gasp as he penetrates me and slid deep with a firm thrust. I move my hips in rhythm with him. I give him a playful thrust to tell him I'm ready for more. He steadily speeds up, daring to push harder. I respond in kind pushing my body to his, thrusting my hips into him. Just as he starts to get into a good rhythm I stop for a moment, He stops and looks at me,. It went in well.It went on some time, she had a fair share of pleasure, everytime she came, her anus spasmed around my finger, I lick her clean and back to clit licking and G-spot massage. My cock was throbbing, I said you want some? She said Saab travel inside me, now, please.I got up, turned her around and entered her from back. Her pussy was so wet that the puch puch sound was clearly audible followed by the thump thump by my pelvic on her buns. She was pushing back everytime I was pumping. Sunday was no different to the rest of the week; if the weather was okay for harvesting (and it would take torrential rain and waterlogged fields to stop most farmers getting their crops to the factory), then we would have work to do. Sure enough, the first lorry, an elderly Army Surplus Bedford RL, still in its olive green drab paint, chugged in shortly after eight. How did I know what it was? Dad had once pointed one out to me, saying that they had just been coming into service with the Army.