What about, you know, down there?” he said, feeling shy.“You mean this?” Debra asked, cupping his cock and balls in her hot hand. Jerry nodded.�...��I’ll wash this,” she giggled. “You wash your back from now on, and Mother will wash this.”Jerry let out a whoosh of air. “You had me scared for a minute, Mom.”“How did I scare you?” she asked, kissing his shoulder and massaging his balls gently.“I thought I wasn’t gonna get any more!”“Any more what?”“Any more pussy!” He giggled. Debra sucked at his. The portions were very generous. The pie tasted scrumptious, really lovely – the best steak pie I’ve had! Wayne had coffee to finish.During our meal Wayne’s phone rang and he took a call at the table; messages were arriving throughout until he turned it off.I waited for Wayne outside at the car, admiring the fields and meadows, enjoying the superb panoramic views of the local hills.After our meal he had suggested we have a walk around the small country village of Grassington.We parked the car. As she stretched her back and came to climax, those who watched her jerks and spasms would hold their breath and when she came to her passion the men closest to her window would hear her sharp breathing turn to a cry and these men would also come, shooting their seed onto palm leaves and blades of grass that grew in the forest. Those who were too far off to hear her after she came would still be rewarded with the sight of Fawn roughly making love to herself with two, then three fingers deep. She was weak from abuse and lack of food and wondered if she could even get to her knees as the biker wanted."Or maybe you like it in all three holes at the same time," he snickered as some of the other bikers walked up to watch."No, please!... What... do you want?" she asked, already knowing the answer."You thirsty?" he asked, breaking out a canteen from his saddle bag."Yes... please," she pleaded. Badly dehydrated, hungry and weak, the young girl struggled to her knees."Good!" said Jocko..