And the louder her breathing became, the harder he got.Then she closed her eyes and tossed her head backward. Her hands were pulling her legs tighter ...against her chest and her feet were held high above the action.Her breath was now coming in short, loud gasps as his hands keep trying to squeeze more of his cock inside but it was becoming obvious to me that he was in as far and as deep as he was going to get.I guess he must have also realized that he was at the bottom of the well and that he was. I was thinking of joining the poor boy that evening anyway, I walked to the barn with 2 one dollar bills tucked into my pocket and a good sized grin on my face. Been nigh on a month since I deflowered my last boy and turned him into a man. He didn’t hear me come up the ladder, or move through the hay to his back, I swear round eyes are downright deaf and blind. I stood looking at his blonde head, his hair looking a bit like the hay he was manhandling into piles under blankets. Well in this case. My husband, Jake, was also still sleeping sound.I stood slowly and after gaining my balance, slipped into a pair of shorts and tube top. I unzipped the door and opened the flap. The golden rays filtered into the small area. I quickly moved and re-shut it, not wanting to wake the others. After starting a fire and putting the coffee on, I walked to the bath house to freshen up a bit.Once inside the bathhouse, I relieved my filled bladder then splashed my face with water and brushed my teeth. I. She didn't let go of the note, only her breasts rose rapidly and fell rhythmically. They were quite large. I wished for them in an instant, and then I roughly took off her T-shirt and tore her bra. When I saw them naked, undefended and left only to my will, saliva filled my mouth. Mmmmmmm, how they just popped out when I released them.I was amazed by their beauty for only a second, and then I greedily started kissing and biting her nipples. I was intoxicated by their, by the smell and the.