The picture next to it was essentially the same, but instead of sporting a limp cock, his angry tusk was shooting skyward.“She must have really done... something to rev you up between that pic and this one,” I teased, conscious that my words were starting to slur.“You noticed, huh,” he deadpanned. “Yep, after that first shot, she came over and gave me a little attention,” he confessed, caressing his boner and enjoying the memory. “On the next page you’ll see what I mean.”Flipping the thick. She made herself cum with her fingers on her clit as she thought about that.She even checked out her bottom in the mirror, examining her anus like she never had before, noticing its tight pinkness and still felt a bit puzzled as to what he had wanted to do with it. It had felt nice when he'd licked it, although that was nothing compared to when he'd done her pussy. She started playing with herself again as she thought about that.In his own way, he too had had his equilibrium disturbed by this. “Give it to me, baby! Fuck my pussy!” While I wanted it all, balls slapping against my ass, he only gave me an inch at a time teasing my hot pussy. He made me beg and beg for each, next inch until I ultimately got all of his eight inch cock in my aching pussy. After my sufficient begging, the depth and pace increased. His big balls whacked my ass with each full thrust. He placed my legs on top of his shoulders to get even deeper inside of me. I loved every second of it; loving every inch of his. Pa wants me to plow the south field tammara... I'll be plowin' purt near the whole afternoon!" Billy said sadly."Aw, shoot! Gonna be a hot day... woulda been a good day fer swimmin'," Tammy said."Yeah, but Pa'll skin me alive if'n I don' git the plowin' done," Billy said. "But you go 'head 'n' have fun. We'll go swimmin' 'nother time." Well, don' figger it'll be much fun if'n you ain't there, but awl right. Jus don' wear youself to a frazzle tamarra... I may come by ta see ya after we gets.