Would it help if I rubbed it for you? But I don't want you groping me like a like a two-bit lay in a back alley, understood?" Sure, yes... I mean... g...o ahead..."'Jane' set to work stroking and manipulating Jonathon's dick. She seemed to know what she was doing and soon had him semi-rigid. She would pause and run her fingertips lightly down over his balls and along the inside of his thighs. They were cool and smooth to the touch."Better?" 'Jane' asked."Much, thanks. If you don't mind me asking,. ”“Patience,” she said with a smile. “Foreplay isn’t a bad thing you know.”Caught out I stammered, “I know. I know. I enjoy foreplay too but I’m so turned on. I want to caress you all over with both my hands and my mouth.”“Are you ready with the time Tim,” she replied with a smirk. “I think mister hot-to-trot wants to get this part over so we can get to the next hand.”I moved beside her and leaned over so my face was next to hers. I blew softly in her left ear and then began nibbling on it. I. We didn't look like my memories of the English countryside, but we were just as productive!Then the vandalism started. Windmills and tanks were damaged. We assumed that this was more harassment from the KKK, but there was no way to prove it; not much could be gained by proving it, anyway. We just had to mount guards and make sure that strangers were kept away. This was expensive, but we considered it just another cost of doing business. Guards were sometimes shot at and they shot back whenever. "Satisfied? Now will you please start eating?"As Skip drew his chair up to the table, Jenny saw that his cock had swelled and was standing straight up in the air. Her heart started to pound with excitement and fear. Pussy cream dribbled from her throbbing cunt and greased her chair seat. She squeezed her thighs together rhythmically, working her swollen muff-lips against each other."You cook really good, Sis," Skip said. "You cook almost as good as you look." All I did was press a few buttons,".