She moved her attention to the hollow of his neck...she inhaled deeply, wanting to lock his scent in her mind forever...he quivered in delight, she pr...etended not to notice. Her tounge flicked his skin, again the taste of him fueled her passion, a moan of delight escaped her lips. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed, his breathing was shallow and deep...every flick of her tounge, every kiss from her pouty lips, every time she drew a deep breath, she was bringing him closer. She seemed to. He opened up her pink butterfly with his hands and fluttered his tongue all over her wet, pink flesh.This made her cum without hesitation. She moaned and groaned, still trying to keep Don hard. She couldn’t concentrate, she was cuming so hard by now and she needed her mouth to breathe through for a change.This kick started Terry, she started to moan and grabbed Don’s free prick and wanked it hard - and I mean hard. He wasn’t aware of what she was doing or just how vicious she was being,. He showed up as I was leaving for home, so I got to ask if there was another field that he wanted me to visit. I explained that I had taken all of the adults from the field where Sam and I had been working, and I wanted to shift to where I could find more adults. I also told him about the extensive damage to his field. We talked about it and agreed that he did need to re-seed the field. The lack of adult hogs would probably cut way down on the damage that was done after re-seeding.He suggested. She seemed unhappy with the pose and asked me to put my hand on my “member”. I did as directed and she seemed a little happier. She drew for a while and then moved forward and lifted my hand, placing it in a slight different position against my cock. She sat back down, looked unhappy, and came back to me. This time she moved my cock just slightly with her hand and placed my hand just a little to the side. She also gently cupped my smooth balls and tried to reposition them slightly. Of course.