Arching my back, I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth at the overwhelming sensations from being fucked this way. Gripping onto my hips, you pulled me b...ack against you with every thrust. Turning my head, I watched you watching your cock slide into me. Catching me watching you, you looked up at me. Wordlessly, you lowered yourself, pushing my body down to the bed as you covered me and kissed me, all the while continuing to take me. This position allowed me to rub against the bed while you fucked. I'm picturing her, I'm biting and licking my lips as the feeling gets more and more intense. I open my eyes to see the photo frame I'm holding of her, and I'm shaking as I begin to feel wave after wave of my orgasm rising and falling. I'm enjoying myself. I'm imagining it's her tugging my cock with her small, perfectly shaped soft hands.I don't know how long I'd been there. I was teasing myself, I didn't want to cum anytime soon. I heard a few bumps and noises as I continued, but I didn't want. He lived on the next farm to the north and she was shyly thrilled for the attention.When the music started again he asked if she’d like to take a walk with him. Ooooh! The beginnings of romance! There was nearly a full moon and it was comfortable fall weather and they walked and talked. When he reached for her hand she tingled all over.Down by the river he turned to her and kissed her soundly. Recovering from her surprise, the second one was a lot better. “Making out” jumped to the top of her. Her lips were full and the orange-pink (I think) lipstick looked well on them. At some point, our legs touched under the table. When I looked at Angela, she had the sweetest smile on her face, hinting perhaps it was intentional. I could notice from across the table how massive were her tits. Huge and full, and juicy. We got to know each other a bit and we even flirted. Even her voice was sexy. She had a posh British accent, which was both uncommon, and to my liking. Oh, my mind was racing at.