And never wore western like jeans and tops. Her soft touch on my hands was awesome.I opened my hands for her and she explored my hand completely and w...as pushing her hand inside my tshirt sleeves and was touching my armpit hair. Then she took my fingers and started kissing my palm and was licking my fingers. By this time I was turned on. With my other hand I was rubbing my cock on my shorts. My dick was already erect. I started responding to her moves. I touched her cheeks, pinched them and was. Torts is all I have left."She hugged him. "Wonderful. And I suppose you heard about the Martin boy." She made a tisking sound. "Poor young fellow."He nodded and squinted at her. "They say you had a hand in that, or a whip perhaps."She looked up and him and blinked her eyes. "Who, me? You know I don't own a whip."On her way home, Anne stopped by the factor's store to buy some powdered bug killer, and Mr. McMillan had an envelope for her, addressed in a hand she did not know in care of her late. Now, I'm able to last a lot longer.”“Not getting close to orgasm?”“No, I'm able to hold off.”“Me, not so much.” She snickered. “I almost climaxed.”“Oh, sorry... my knees were killing me so I had to stop. Sorry...”“Mmmmmm... waiting is good,” she said.After caressing her thighs, I separated her legs and nestled between them again. This time, Kathryn took my cock and pointed it into her pussy, allowing me to plunge it inside. Within just a few strokes, I was fucking her hard and deep, and grabbed. I loved her and we had the rest of our lives ahead of us.I did need some relief though. I took my cock out and began rubbing it against her clit, pressing it up and down her warm slit. Her pussy seemed to open up for me, almost inviting me in. Her juices smelled so good. I swear she knew what was about to happen. I wanted to ram her so bad--but I did not.She was wet and ready for me. The head of my dick slipped inside her just a little bit and I felt myself start to cum. All it would take is a.