He sighs quietly, still asleep, and shifts so that the blanket covering hislower half moves down, exposing his sleeping cock. An idea comes tome, and... I scramble down a bit further, and breath a warm breath of airon his limp cock. I can feel the wetness gathering between my legs atthe thought of putting my mouth on his manhood and lathing it withmy tongue. I take the tip of my tongue and slowly trail it down hisshaft from his head to his base. His pubic hair tickles my face, and. How many people are gonna be living on the ranch? How much are you expectin' ta get for your critters?" I think there's about thirteen of us here right now. The ranch would have to support that many people." Let's talk a mite about that. I've worked on enough trail drives and the like to know about what it takes to feed a crew. For that amount of folks, it'll take six or eight hundred dollars to feed them for a year, even figuring us supplying most of the meat. It'd take another hundred for. I can see you’re getting frustrated, and as your head lifts off the pillow, I look up at you, and run the tip of my tongue up the underside of your throbbing shaft. I can tell your lips are pursed as you let out a breath. “Oh fuck, Catherine,” you mumble. I flatten my tongue against your balls, and lick up to the head, swirling my tongue in the slick precum coating the tip. I take your dick in my mouth, tasting your sweet saltiness, and tightening my lips around you. I grasp the base of your. “Jasmine, Sandra, what are you doing?” Jasmine panted a little and replied, “The same thing you're doing.” That brought on a little yelp of surprise and, “But we're fucking.” And that brought back, “Yes, and so are we.” I had to put a stop to this and said, “Girls, when you get a chance, will you tell or show Sara what you're doing, but take your time 'cause I'm a little busy right now, too.” I got a short, “Okay.” Fortunately, that little interlude didn't kill the atmosphere and after a while.