We didn't have a big farm but it did have a large vegetable or "truck" garden that fed others and us. It was just starting to produce for the year and... I was harvesting the first crop for this year. Shirley called to me as I came in."Jack, listen to this!"From the speaker, I heard, "CQ, CQ, CQ, this is KG4AZQ, calling CQ. Over." Shirley said, "I think it's a recording. I responded and it continues to make the same call regardless. Listen." We listened to the same transmission even to inflection.. I liked tough females. Savages. Girls who preferred dri-fit Under Armor to lacy underwear. Girls who didn’t know color blocking wasn’t referring to Legos but knew six ways to kill someone with a pair of bamboo chopsticks. My job required all my focus, and everything else had to fit accordingly. It’s all got to work, and it’s got to work fast.Speed is why I drove an R8, ran marathons, and only fucked women who forgot my name the moment I pulled out. No time for kisses and roses. No time for. I now thought if i undo the button on her jeans and pull down her zip she hasnt any panties on John will get a good view of her shaven pussy with a bit of ginger pubes at the top and despite 6 pints of lager my cock was hardening at the thought. So i did that and to my disapointment she had on a pair of white panties.John was stood behind me watching, what could i do now, so i asked if he could give me a hand getting her jeans off as they were very tight and i would struggle by myself.John was. She fondled my tits as I worked her pee soaked blouseoff. I squeezed her sexy tits, and then took one in mymouth and sucked on her hard nipple. Lisa’s fingersworked my cunt and I had to have hers. I pushed her backon the floor and pulled her pants off. She was laying ina puddle of my pee, her hair soaked, her breasts andstomach still shinny, I ripped her panties off and dovebetween her legs. The spicy smell of her cunt filled mynose and then hit my taste buds as my tongue entered herhot.