I could see the slight round curve of her breasts as she bent over the produce and the shirt parted a little. I kept listening to the sounds around me. I never went that way again. Her legs moved, she drew them up, bending at the knees. She was nervously arranging the produce in the baskets. “Relax, I think you’ll really enjoy this, and nobody will know. “Emmmmmmmmm”, there it was again. Corn Girl
Indiana. Her hand was on the top of my head. I kept listening to the sounds around me. One kiss, then a second against the fleshiness of the knob. “Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh”. Then an idea, flashed in my mind, I reached for my camera, which I always had on my belt. I kissed her cheeks, eyes, neck. She turned the cob so it was pointing at her pussy and started moving it slowly, in cirles, between her pussy lips. She grabbed a large bag, opened it, “what would you like?” I picked some tomatoes, sweet corn and cucumbers and handed them to her. “That the
