“PICKSTOCK!” The lady highwayman roared, “GEORGE PICKSTOCK!” A white face appeared at the door of the cottage, “Oo is it wants ‘im? I’ve... a piece and I’m not afraid to use it!” For a moment Belinda was non-plussed, this was unexpected, but Groat had told her much about Pickstock and she realised that it was bravado. “And you do, then my men shall burn this hovel down around you.” The face glanced around nervously, “So what do you want then?” Belinda was tempted to walk the horse closer, but then. Long licks from top to bottom. Short, quick licks on the tip. He then felt his balls being engulfed in warmth. He looked down to see her smile as she fit his balls into her wet mouth and ran her tongue all over them, sucking on them occasionally. When he looked in her eyes he could tell what she wanted. She wanted cock. Long, hard cock, and he knew he was about to satisfy her desires. Suddenly she stopped. She grabbed the rubber and quickly put it on his huge cock groping it as she went down.. Now the sun was beaming into her place and filling every corner with bright light. Red involuntarily hopped out of the saddle and grabbed my hand to help me up. Her first movement was to the kitchen to get the coffee started. As I watched her walk away, I noticed a little line of our combined cum running down her inner left thigh.I walked up behind her as she got the coffee started and said, "You look so sexy with our cum running down your leg."With the coffee started, she turned, and we hugged. When she was old enough to fuck, she fucked any older man who was game. She started wagging school at f******n. She would sneak over the back fence into the cemetery change out of her uniform into civie clothes and meet her friend the grave digger, Charlie.Charlie was in his late thirties, married young separated from his wife & c***dren. Charlie’s c***dren 4 in all 7, 9, 11 & 15yrs. Due to court ruling he was only allowed to see his c***dren for a couple of hours last Saturday of the.