.. There's STILL the door lock – but I didn't hear that on my recon; Big Momma just opened the door...I get on with the plan – permutations and co...mbinations. What if she does this? What if she does that? What if Big Momma shows up? There are a lot of 'What if's. I work my way through them, as best I can. Some of them just don't seem to have a solution. Some of them I can fix, but it will break something else. I get to thinking about it and realize that my sex life is likely to be what happens. The Captain shifted his equipment, lining it up precisely, and made a very slow push forward. The blunt pressure caused Kitty to try and twist away, but she was held secure around her waist and the Captain let go of his cock to give her a swift spank on her thigh to calm her. She began to breathe erratically in her panic, and tense her sphincter. ‘No, Kitty, you will make it painful. Stop this!’ The Captain’s authoritative tone worked like a charm on Kitty, who responded as he wished, almost. I finished a furrow aimed back at one of the farmhouse's shade trees as the sky turned red, lifted the plow from the black dirt and let it skid on home. The mule knew the way without coaxing. I cleaned my equipment, washed my face and hands and had some cider and ham on the kitchen steps. I was sitting there, enjoying the sunset, when Andrea appeared and stood before me."I've seen a fair amount of plowing," she said, hands on hips, unsmiling. "But that's pretty sorry looking. And most men can. Gill raised herself onto her hands and let him thrust into her slack body. She was aware of his cock gliding in and out effortlessly, its path smoothed by the juices that still leaked from her. Gathering herself together, Gill looked at the concentration on Steve’s face and she guessed he was searching for his own release as she willed the walls of her pussy to grip the hot flesh in her. Looking directly at him, Gill hissed “This one is for you” and flicked her hips in time with the thrusts.