“Your mom has told me she is the world’s best cock sucker, so you are now going to learn from the very best, isn’t she Lisa?”“Yes sir,” Li...a replied meekly.“Hold my cock out there for your Mom, Chastity. Lift up my shaft and point the tip at her so she can get started.” The young girl looked from me, to her mom, to my stirring stick and finally reached out to lift it up. He hand did not even go around the shaft.“Oh my God! That is hot and soft… It … it isn’t what it looks like!” Chastity’s eyes. My father had made rare comment of displeasure when he thought he might have to hunt some wild animal causing our farm trouble. I knew that he kept a sword and dagger and a longbow hidden in the loft, but I never dared search for them. So my rare daydreams sometimes featured him, younger, off doing adventurous wonders, sometimes alone, sometimes with others. It was a good way to pass the time to market, and instead of seeming to take the two or three hours it actually took, the time was. I send most of the money I make back to my wife, Fatima. We chat every week at least once or twice, but I get lonely; and after buying my own smartphone the year before, and shortly after that, a refurbished lap-top, I began surfing the net and looking at on-line porn sites in the evenings. Fatima would not be pleased that I do these things, but she doesn't know, and I keep it that way.While watching porn, I also came across a variety of 'chat-sites', and one evening I came across a young. “You do, do you,” I whispered then moved my tongue in and out of her ear. “Well, that’s how I’m going to fuck you.” “I want to be a bad farmer’s daughter,” she said, wiggling and grinding her ass against my cock, making it harder than ever. “I want you to fuck me hard.” She then grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter, “How about eating this farmer’s daughter’s pussy. I want you to eat me!” Her blunt dirty talking was getting me hotter than I already was. She.