I was at the far end of the field when I saw the ’56, salmon & white, Ford drive up to the tree line and park in the shade. Wheat and barley was bad enough, but scooping oats was an itchy bitch. xxx sex Irene and my mother would worry about the disappearance of my body, which would probably be buried in a wheat field, six feet under each year’s golden crop of grain. I was going to cum hard in this little girl and she was going to know it. I thought every bit of fluid between my stomach and my toes was blasting through my balls as I shot, and shot, and shot stream, after stream of hot sperm into her. I never took my eyes off her, and she knew it. When it was apparent to her that there was no more waiting for me, she jerked me into her and jammed herself upward, off the pillow. Well, I had no intention of asking you about all this wonderful pussy.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to know if you drove naked, all the way from home.”
She giggled and told me that she did, in fact. We laid in each other’s arms for a while; her hands fondling my cock and balls, my tongue and lips working on her little tits and kissing her small lips.
