Skank Gets Pussy Plowed And A Cumshot From Colleague

She had a nice hour glass shape with a rather small waist, dark blonde hair, a really nice round ass and a pair of very nice ‘B' cup tits. She had a habit of wearing loose shirts with no bra. If I happened to be in the right place at the right time as she worked in the barn I'd get a great view of those tits as she bent over. Flora was a tall flaming redhead with wide hips and very large tits. They had to be ‘D' cup and probably were double D's. Of the three she was the outgoing one, the one who would push up against me every time she got a chance. The first year of the fair I had those huge tyits of hers pushed into my back, my chest, my side and my arm more times then I could count. I loved it every time. Lydia had black hair, a perfectly teen proportioned figure with ‘C' cup tits and was the quiet shy one. I talked to her a few times the first year, but she didn't say much. She always wore conservative clothes, which never gave me a chance to see any of her, or got close enough to make bodily contact like Flora. As I said several of the girls were very attractive, but two were stunning. Emily, Carols daughter was a younger copy of her mother, but even smaller. Even at 18 she was no more than 4' 6" tall, but like her mother well proportioned, round in the right places with a pair of small "B" cup breasts that looked huge on her diminutive frame. The other knock out was Lydia's daughter, Sara. She had the raven black hair, brown eyes, sweet smile and the same perfectly proportioned figure as her mom. All three of the women were very close friends and seemed to hang out together all the time. And when we had some slow times at 4-H functions I noticed they would all three be talking to me. I didn't think much of it, I just knew I got some glimpses of Carols tits and got Flora‘s huge melons pushed against me during those times. I didn't ever figure I'd be getting more then that. The second year Helen informed me I would have to do the fair by myself because her mother was ill and she had to go take care of her. When I showed up for the planning meeting I wasn't in a very good mood. After diner, I played my Xbox and enjoying a nice cold beer by my side after several minutes Jill joined me reading her favorite novel. Of course she realised that Mandi had no idea what she was talking about nor anything about today either. FIring up the stove, I threw together some bacon and eggs, starving after my little escapade last night. Brie turned around again and one of them winked at her. It took her a few seconds to adjust and he let go off her head. “Fuck, she’s squirting.” “Ohhh...yeahhhh,” Dott crooned as he remembered his ball-busting orgasm. Hartwell had to slightly nudge Derrick to get him to close his almost gasping mouth. I looked at what Naci had tried to do for Rigal. This time teen it has Keef with it. “Oh Fuck, Charlie!” He'd seen no other aircraft after Hannah had gone down which couldn't be a good sign. The town was cast in a crimson aura, as the mist of gore floating over Reich acted like tinted glass for the sun’s rays. “I knew you in your past life. Her lips brushed my labia. "Yes, Barb." Her head whipped to the side, a bright red print forming on her cheek. She started telling me about herself and her servants, how it was nice to get them to run around after her. We then exchanged numbers and I let her know that I will be calling soon. The door opened and and I looked straight into the face of a very angry middle-aged man, shouting words I didn't even remotely understand. I twisted her nipples. I gasped at the increased stimulation. I didn't know what lesson but I had sure learned about cuming hard and father’s kicking Ferris had unknowingly taught me that already. “What I found was “sexual gratification obtained solely through stimulation by oneself of one's own body. You," he said intensely, pointing his finger toward Rob, "you have something that I haven’t seen in a young artiste in a while. And there’s nothing I won’t do to try to achieve that.” I paused again, trying to frame my thoughts. Nobody was going to die from our chemical concoction. He crushed his chest into her full, sweaty breasts.