Sorry, Precious, for making you wait, and having to come to bed without the loving you so richly deserve.”
“I think you just made up for all of it” Amy whispered. “Any chance I can have you all to myself for the day?” she queried. As she rounded the corner, her eyes beheld her uncle, covered in trail grime. By the time he finished, Amy started to struggle with his belt, intending to reveal her uncle’s naked body to her lusting eyes. “God, I sure hope so!” was all Amy could answer. As Ben pumped himself into her, the tingle grew stronger, spreading throughout her body as her orgasm gripped her tighter and tighter. Even though her life was now centred on Ranchland, those cattle represented her last remaining ties to her parents, and the homestead they’d built in Montana. Ben continued to slurp at her entrance, remaining there until he had retrieved every drop of her love juices.
