Her hands gently removed my cock from its prison. The cool air and her hot hands ran over my meat. She gave the shaft an experimental tug."Not too bad...," she said, "You're obviously very young and healthy."Her left hand wrapped around me and began to slide up and down the length, after a handful of pumps my cock was glistening in the light, just like her hands. She increased her pace slightly.I let my head fall back and bit down on my tongue. I knew I was cheating on my wife, but there was no. "Just tell her."Connie's account was slightly nervous and hesitant to start with but she soon warmed to her theme. I contributed very little, intervening only to move her on at certain points, notably when she started to wax lyrical about what the sex had been like. Fran listened to her story speechless and open-mouthed. "It's been so amazing," Connie concluded. "I'm so lucky to have found a man like James. I didn't know what happiness was before." Her tale told, she ignored Fran and sat back,. As he stood up, the man slipped his fingers along the crack. Rigorously rubbing his fingers on the boy's hole. Adam groaned at the feeling, the sensation making him grind back on the fingers.The man gripped the boy at the waist, pulling him back. Forcing the boy to bend with his hands on the tree and his arse pushed out. The man's breathing got heavier as he unzipped his pants and started unwrapping a condom."I have lube in my pocket," Adam panted."Dirty little bitch, you knew what you were. It was not that she was afraid of him because she really had no idea who he was except just another stranger that her family owed a debt to. She had been the "payment" on more than one occasion and was now accepting of that depraved role.He circled her as she squatted on the rough burlap mat with her legs under her pretty ass. She was wearing the customary cut-off jeans that seemed almost a uniform for the young females of the bayou and he was certain she had never owned any underwear of any.