Me, “Oh that pussy feels so fucking good.”Marsha, “Oh you’re big in there, baby.” Cathy had stood by the wet bar, getting some ice from my l...ittle refrigerator, and watched. Without breaking pace, I took a chance and extended a hand toward Cathy, “Come here baby. Come on, it’s okay.”I had put my arm around her, and Cathy had looked down to view my dick slicking in and out of Marsha’s pussy. She stood—stands—about 5’2” if that. I got a little thrill watching her, watching my cock. Marsha. Even the diesel poised to pull the cars out of the yard lookedlike a relic of the past with its cab-forward rounded nose structure. Ihadn't seen anything quite like it since the commuter trains Metra ranin Chicago twenty years ago.My heart sank. The age and condition of the equipment indicated to methat the train was a local freight, going down some little spur line anhour or two. This wasn't a train that would take me all the way toTexas.I would have walked on, ignoring the open car, but I. ” “It would do you good if you always got up early, come with me to the dairy.” In five minutes aunt and I were there. Lord, how Pender looked when she saw us together!Aunt took pleasure in her farm. Every morning if well she walked down to it, saw how many eggs had been laid, and if butter-making, etc., went on rightly. Pender attended, whilst aunt with spectacles on was looking at the cream-pans, and asking questions, I looking as if deeply interested in the matter, was pinching Pender’s bum. That came the next day when Mark paid me a visit. He seemed to know everything that had taken place. Not knowing how much he really knew I assured him not much had happened which proved to be a tactical error. To him ‘not much’ was too much. It was only Marcie’s skill in the use of a broom stick that saved me from a severe beating. She deftly prodded his backside then pulled Mark off me by his ear. Before he left he gave me a last warning. “Never go near my girl again!” I complied. Although, I.