They remember a good time and great sex, but they don’t remember the little detail of me changing.”“Well clearly you don’t have to change to h...ave sex,” the man comments, biting into the wedge.”“Nope.”“How long have you been fucking the farm hands?”“Since forever,” Paula replies. “Pretty much since I hit maturity and learned what sex was. I was hell in high school too.”“I bet you were,” Adam remarks. “I can picture your father every time you left for school.”“Yeah, it was so bad that Daddy. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” she muttered to herself, obviously not in the best of moods, as she got out, locked up her car, and came up the back steps.As was typical, the funeral home had sent her some photos of the body (nothing indecent, of course, for legal reasons) as well as basic instructions left by her family so that she could make preparations and come with what she would need to prepare the decedent for her wake and funeral service. This was important because there were many. Now after an hour 2nd round started , this time she was on me, she was fucking me and her cute boobs were dancing up and down I was touching then and playing with them, now I told her to play with my dick, she took it and like a baby she was handling it and gave me a hand full of job, she licked it so nicely like a small baby eating lollipop , this time I came in here mouth, she drank all the cum and gave me a naughty look.We made 3 rounds , I massaged her body and tried different styles. I. He is truly muscular and brutish; the scars covering his chest and face make that apparent. He looks like he was in a fire at one time and his upper body was badly burned. To add to that brutishness, she is not prepared for what comes next.Abruptly she is hanging in front of him, helpless. He has taken her by the wrist and lifted her high in the air before him. His gaze moves hungrily over her firm chest and then down toward her pussy. He looks at her as if he is able to see past the clothing.