" I gently began to remove Karla's panties, and she lifted her bottom to help me. I slid them down her long, slender, but shapely legs, and dropped th...em on the floor, and I looked down at her exposed pussy, and then at her face."You okay?" I asked. As excited as I was at the thought of tasting and exploring this part of Karla's body, I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, and I added, "With me, doing this? It's a very intimate thing." I trust you more than any other person in the world," she. Going to church meant I would leave the milking early, leave it to the nymphs to finish up. The trip to town was to be earliest mass, 6:30 A.M., church for farmers who needed to get back to the work at hand, in my case - more fucking. “Whoa, hold up the fucking. I gotta go talk to God.”[This is what Sundays, breaks in work, were supposed to be about like playing badminton (and fucking) and reflecting on life (and more fucking)]I was teased mercilessly for intending to go. “Save your soul, aye?. If you reach 125 pounds, I will put you on a diet, and get you back down to your fighting weight.’ Callie laughed, while she continued to sniffle. ‘What about you Harold, are you going to continue on your diet?’ ‘You bet I am. If I don’t, Dycke is going to send me a personal trainer to get me into shape. I spoke to her, and she was very nice. She told me what to do to lose the weight. She said I could do it in a year. If I didn’t she would come to Cottonwood and tear me apart, day after day,. How he had noticed it he did not know when all he could think about was those well -rounded globes of flesh that cried out to be manhandled.His hand stroked his cock faster as he saw first hand what he would normally only see in a porn film. Yes baby that’s better, pull those nipples for me. Open those legs and shove your fingers deeper.Her eyes opened and he gulped hard. Blue eyes stared at him and he realised he had spoken out loud. But instead of stopping she did what he asked. Opening her.