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She lowered her face closer to me so no one would hear her. “You fucked Mrs. B.”
I was shocked to hear those words escape her lips. How did she know? Did Mrs. Benson tell the girls about our time in the barn? I sat back in the tub and just looked into her eyes. I could see disappointment in them.
“How did you know about that? Did she tell you?” I asked in a whisper.
By the sounds coming from the other side of the curtain, I knew Tommy and Trudy were not worried about what was happening on our side.
“No, she didn't tell us, but we both knew. She never goes to the barn, yet she did when you were in there alone. When she came back to the house, she was smiling and singing to herself. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know she had been fucked.”
“I am sorry Heather….,” I began.
“It isn’t your fault. You are not mine to keep, that is how it is here. No matter what I feel, I do not have the right to be jealous. It’s just I wanted this first,” she said as she gripped my penis and began to stroke it.
I laid back and tried to relax. I felt I needed to say something but I did not want to mess anything up. She was stroking with a purpose. She began at the base and stroked the full length. She moved close and spat on my head and used her spittal as lube. It felt marvelous.
“Heather, you will always be special to me, because you were my first. I care about you and it was killing me today because I thought you were mad at me. Please do not hold anything back from me. If something is bothering you, let me know.”
She smiled and nodded. She picked up her pace with her stroking. I could feel my balls begin to tingle. I relaxed and let Heather and nature take control. In less than five minutes, I felt the pressure build in my gut. I gripped the side of the tub, and allowed my penis to erupt for Heather.
She milked out every drop, then stood up and presented to me an open towel. I stepped out of the tub and she wrapped it around me, and kissed me on the cheek. She bent down and picked her dress up from the floor and stepped back into it, and left http://deepthroatgifs.com/ .
I slept like a log that night. When Mr. Benson woke us up, it felt like I had just gone to sleep. We got up and did our normal morning rituals, at breakfast and was off to work. Heather was herself again, and at lunch flashed me with her hairy vagina again. I so wanted back inside her, the one time her tightness had left me wanting more. Mrs. Benson also acted normal and at lunch told me goodbye as they left http://cumshotgifs.com .
We constructed another 200 extra feet of fence that day. We were well on pace to finish shortly after lunch Saturday, the next day. It was after dark when we arrived at the farmhouse. We put tools away, fed the animals, and ourselves, then headed to the bathhouse. In the tub I waited for Heather to arrive.
Heather walked in and dropped her dress. The more I saw her naked, the more I wanted her. It was hard before she knelt down beside the tub.
I was shocked to hear those words escape her lips. How did she know? Did Mrs. Benson tell the girls about our time in the barn? I sat back in the tub and just looked into her eyes. I could see disappointment in them.
“How did you know about that? Did she tell you?” I asked in a whisper.
By the sounds coming from the other side of the curtain, I knew Tommy and Trudy were not worried about what was happening on our side.
“No, she didn't tell us, but we both knew. She never goes to the barn, yet she did when you were in there alone. When she came back to the house, she was smiling and singing to herself. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know she had been fucked.”
“I am sorry Heather….,” I began.
“It isn’t your fault. You are not mine to keep, that is how it is here. No matter what I feel, I do not have the right to be jealous. It’s just I wanted this first,” she said as she gripped my penis and began to stroke it.
I laid back and tried to relax. I felt I needed to say something but I did not want to mess anything up. She was stroking with a purpose. She began at the base and stroked the full length. She moved close and spat on my head and used her spittal as lube. It felt marvelous.
“Heather, you will always be special to me, because you were my first. I care about you and it was killing me today because I thought you were mad at me. Please do not hold anything back from me. If something is bothering you, let me know.”
She smiled and nodded. She picked up her pace with her stroking. I could feel my balls begin to tingle. I relaxed and let Heather and nature take control. In less than five minutes, I felt the pressure build in my gut. I gripped the side of the tub, and allowed my penis to erupt for Heather.
She milked out every drop, then stood up and presented to me an open towel. I stepped out of the tub and she wrapped it around me, and kissed me on the cheek. She bent down and picked her dress up from the floor and stepped back into it, and left http://deepthroatgifs.com/ .
I slept like a log that night. When Mr. Benson woke us up, it felt like I had just gone to sleep. We got up and did our normal morning rituals, at breakfast and was off to work. Heather was herself again, and at lunch flashed me with her hairy vagina again. I so wanted back inside her, the one time her tightness had left me wanting more. Mrs. Benson also acted normal and at lunch told me goodbye as they left http://cumshotgifs.com .
We constructed another 200 extra feet of fence that day. We were well on pace to finish shortly after lunch Saturday, the next day. It was after dark when we arrived at the farmhouse. We put tools away, fed the animals, and ourselves, then headed to the bathhouse. In the tub I waited for Heather to arrive.
Heather walked in and dropped her dress. The more I saw her naked, the more I wanted her. It was hard before she knelt down beside the tub.
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The day after I fucked Mrs. Benson, was the weirdest day of my life. I did not know how to act. I knew I could not act any different or there would be suspicions. I had to get Heather back on my good side. It was Thursday, and whatever happened on Sunday’s, I wanted her to know that I was fond of her and very appreciative for everything she had done for me.
After gathering the eggs and milk, I walked to the farmhouse to give the products to the ladies. When I walked in, only Trudy and Heather were in the kitchen. I placed the products on the table and waited for Heather to turn around http://handjobgifs.com/ .
After gathering the eggs and milk, I walked to the farmhouse to give the products to the ladies. When I walked in, only Trudy and Heather were in the kitchen. I placed the products on the table and waited for Heather to turn around http://handjobgifs.com/ .
