Perhaps it was because this was his second fuck of the day or perhaps it was because of my very wet and slippery sex canal which resulted in his cock not getting enough friction so he continued to fuck me for quite a while longer. One afternoon, a few days later, I had just watched a bull doing it with a cow. I never refuse him. And he was going to stay with me until his marriage. Compared to Bill, James paid much less attention to my breasts. I had been dreaming about this all my life. From a short distance away I saw a farmhand peeking into the barn through a broken plank. He proceeded downward and started to lick my pubic area and around my pussy. There was no foreplay or tenderness from him. He laid down on me softly sucking my nipples, kissed me on my lips, ran his tongue over my face and armpits for the sweat.
