I think we both enjoyed the protracted contact of my hands on her thighs, hips and ribs that usually became hands full of her jutting breasts and firm...back as my thumbs slid past her hard nipples. She would smile up at me, shrug out of my grip, rearrange her clothes and stalk away while I took care of the horses and tried to regulate my breathing and calm my aching member.It took me a few of these visit before I realized that the colonel's lady was having sex with the men she was seeing, all of. “What do you want to eat,” the farmer asked.“I don’t care,” Katie answered. “Cami, where do you wanna eat?”“McDonald’s,” cheered the girl.“How about Red Lobster, sweetie,” the second grade teacher inquired.“Okay,” the c***d continued playing with her doll.Chad pulled up to the casual dining restaurant. He hefted his son, Charlie, out of his car seat. Inside they were seated. Shortly thereafter, the wait appeared. He was a slender, biracial young man wearing the standard uniform along with a. “What’s that drooling all over my thigh?” she asked playfully. “Don’t worry about him. That’s just Woody, up to his old tricks again. He gets all stiff and ever so excited when there’s a schoolgirl in his vicinity.” “Can’t you put it on a leash?” “Oh, don’t be that. He’s only being friendly.” Then his gentle thrusts quickened and became more urgent, his drooling cock humping her thigh hard and fast, grinding against her skin, leaving behind streaks of slippery pre-cum. “Oh, he likes you,. "I... I don't know.. I don't remember." Ya, we'll see if you suddenly remember tonight when I punish you." He turned back around and pulled some eggs out of the fridge."Punish?" She asked."Baby girl don't play the dumb blonde role with me, it won't work." He turned back around to the stove "How do you want your eggs?"She swallowed hard and said "Scrambled with cheese on a flour, please. Oh, do we have any grits?"He spun around looking at her "Since when do you like grits?" Oh I had em in.