A slow, warm, steady breath leaves my mouth. I breathe over your shoulder, my hand slightly lifting. Using a waving gesture, my hand caresses your thi...h. At times my fingers curl, putting pressure on your leg, but always returning to rest flat on your thigh. I move my lips even closer. I feel a light tickle every time my lips accidentally brush your skin. I look up to see that your eyes have closed. I pull on your leg just enough to spread your thighs apart; just enough to give my hand room to. We went into the living room Tracy had just been feeding her baby hi Tracy i said o god not you again Tracy said whos that with you thats Micky hes working with me for a week .Right Tracy you have 2 payments left how about i make it just one if you fuck micky and me today ill call it over what Tracy said hes just a k** i carnt fuck him ok up to you i said thought you would want it over with .Tracy had a think ok she said this will be the last time right sure i said .So Tracy striped naked in. I started to ask if we even had time but he gave me no chance. He grabbed me roughly by the hand and when I was close enough, scooped me up by the waist and carried me into the living room. I gave a slightly startled giggle, but he made no sound. He deposited me softly enough on the floor, but then forced me to my knees, facing away from him. He then pushed me roughly onto my hands and that's when he began his wonderful assault. The thrusts continued, ramping up in speed and intensity. I. There he closed the door before kneeling over the toilet and tossing his breakfast into the spotlessly clean porcelain bowl.Kneeling there, his mouth tasting like vomit, he tried to piece together what he had just walked in on. This obviously wasn't the first time. It was a regular, planned Saturday morning occurrence.How long had this been going on? Since the fields dried out enough for him to get into them, he had been spending every Saturday morning, usually until 2 or 3 PM out there. That.