"Maggie?" I called when I stepped inside the door. I could see the glow of her flashlight coming from the stacked hay-bales. She was sitting on the bo...ttom row. Her knees were bent and her face was buried in her arms."Go away."I ignored her and joined her on the hay. I said, "If I do, Leldon or Dad will come in." Ya'll are driving me crazy." You can always go live with Aunt Prudie and Elvis."Whether she wanted to or not, she giggled.The desire to hug her like I always do when she's troubled was. Go ahead, fuck my throat! Fuck it hard! Cum deep inside me!”From that point on, all sense of guilt was erased from my mind. I lustfully started fucking her throat with complete abandon. I just rammed my cock into her while listening to the sloshing sounds emanating from her mouth and watching her play with her clitoris. She occasionally had to push me out with both hands to breathe, but would immediately pull me back in to continue our fevered union. Each time I thrust in and out of her I could. I shrugged as I began work on his feet. "Did you make your phone calls, slut?" I was wishing he'd stop calling me that, but I don't know why I felt that way.I nodded. It'd been a hectic day for me and with my husband home now, there was surely no relief in sight. From my kneeling position on the floor, I told of my string of calls and the end results. He did look pleased and said he may even join me to watch the piercing process. I had mixed feelings about that idea, but didn't say anything. It. Her 'B' cup cleavage sported twin Hershey's Kisses nipples. Dark pink and protruding, they flashed a playful glimpse into the future of the suddenly memorable day that lay ahead. The girl's torso was lean and showed the smallest effects of occasional workouts. Her bush was neatly confined to a triangle above her bright pink labia, specks of gold highlighted the approaches to the heavenly cleft it anticipated. The legs were thin and well toned. The feet small and the toes wiggling with a sort of.