She had to pull her panties free from her pussy and they came away with a wet sound. They were soaked, and the edges had stuck to the surrounding skin... and hair. Linda quickly pushed them into a bunch at her knees, then she used her feet to push them the rest of the way down her legs. She couldn't use her hands, because she had already fallen back on the bed and shoved three fingers up her pussy. Two strokes and she approached that point of no return. Three strokes and she nearly reached that. But then afterwards we filled the back of her pickup with tools and drove down the drive to the road. Down there a big gate could be swung closed and locked, blocking the drive. Apparently some errant rural postal carrier had swerved bad and knocked the gate posts to their current strange slants. Ria had the new lumber ready. We weren't righting the posts. We were there to replace the old 4x4s with 8x8s, sinking them about a yard down and setting them in concrete. I'd used a post-hole digger. As she kissed me, her left hand traced the length of my thighs from myknees to my crotch. There she placed her palm right over it and began torub and squeeze as her tongue played inside my mouth. My penis of courseresponded which seemed to encourage her, when I felt like it was about toexplode trapped inside the tight panties and leggings, at that precisemoment, she let go of me and ended the kiss. I was left hyperventilatingand blushing, with my heart racing and my crotch in a hardness. It's nice that you broke off these mafios, "he said. Mafiosi? I asked. So famous local gangsters. Well I broke up well. For the rest of the evening I walked through the meadow in a nice conversation with my boyfriend. As I learned, he was a journalist, he used to work for Polsat and now he writes in a local newspaper sponsored by the host.We drank good drinks and the night lit up the stars. From time to time, I watched what my husband was doing, but he was still drinking clean vodka while.