I had to shoot from under the canvas cover over the wagon bed, and the roads were in such bad shape that deliveries were a real problem. Nevertheless,... we never missed a delivery, and I was proud of Harlow and Ed and their work ethic.Not long after that, the cold weather started. Winter was on the way. We were so far south that I was not afraid of snow, but I was afraid of the winter rains and the occasional freezing weather. Most all of our work was done outside, and we would have to keep it up. My stomach is fluttering. My heart is racing as the orgasm explodes inside me. I hear myself cry out your name.I wish you were in here with me, but you're still sleeping. Again I smile to myself. After I find the strength in my legs to stand, I turn off the water and step out of the tub. I dry myself off and I hear you in the next room, groaning. I think to myself, “Are you dreaming of me my sweet? Are you dreaming of your cock buried in my pussy, of our orgasmic night of lust and love?”I open. She seemed to like that a lot, skooching down on my legs and spreading hers until she was almost doing a split on my lap. All that did was bring her ass forward and her pussy up.I kept that up, until she was really wet back there. But I decided to keep it up for a little while. Dipping two fingers in to her very, very wet puss. Then taking that pussy juice to her back door. Spreading the hole there and pushing a wet finger into her ass, while at the same time dipping the other hand into her. Un attimo dopo, sento che un pezzo importante di Carlo sta cominciando a premere contro una parte molto sensibile di me. Inarco la schiena, mi rilasso, mi concentro sul sapore e sul profumo di Chiara. Il mio cazzo è duro e pulsante nella sua bocca, il cazzo di Carlo è duro e pulsante contro il mio buco del culo. Nel corso dell'ultima ora ho indossato un plug bello grosso - e molto lubrificato - quindi adesso lì dietro sono morbido e cedevole: Carlo preme, io spingo, lo sfintere si dilata, e lui.