But before the week was up I was on a bus headed towards a farm that the papers I was given called Applestream Orchards. The trip took days, and every... time I would transfer to a new bus the highways gave way to back roads, which gave way to black top tarmac strips, which, at a dusty old gas station that still had a Vote for Carter sign hanging in the window, branched off to a pair of dirt car tracks lined by ancient elm trees. I stepped down from the final bus feeling sticky and grimy the way. She went to her night table and began to get the items she had bought yesterday and carefully hidden from her husband. First she rolled the sheer nude red-seamed stockings up her freshly shaven legs. Then she stepped into the red sheer micro-thong. It could hardly be called a thong- the thin triangle of material barely covered her completely shaved pussy. She then clasped the sheer red garter belt around her waist and clipped the stockings to the belt. She smoothed the stockings up her legs. The temperature began to become harsh and small creatures began to hide and find some place warm and dark to sleep for the winter. Instead of a soft rhythm you hear something else, you turn yourself to face her in the night to examine the source of the sound.Your eyes start at the foot of the bed, they Arc up and down as you examine the curves of your mistress *I bet a lot of people turn their heads when you walk by* you think to yourself. Your eyes continue their path onto her chest where you. All I can do was moan. After my second orgasm I can not keep up with William’s thrusting.My fourth orgasm hits me. I am not sure how much more I can take. William slows, but only a little, his eyes still on my face.“Where do you want me to cum Katie? Your pussy or your mouth?”I barley get the word “mouth” out before William pulls his cock out of my pussy. He climbs over me and straddles my face. He thrusts into my mouth. He fucks my mouth with the same violence as he had fucks my cunt. I gag on.