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Visiting the Barn Again

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Having the opportunity to visit the farm with my dad was an adventure. It started out to be a fishing trip with my dad and Sarah's dad. Sarah asked her mother to ask if I would like to help out around the farm. The mother said that I can make some extra cash. Dad said it was okay with him, so I stayed.

Sarah and I started doing odd job like cleaning the barn, feeding rabbits and such. Sarah's mother call out to us to let us know she had to run into town and she would be gone a couple of hours.

Needless to say the work stopped and we climbed the ladder to the loft. Sarah said we should start out slower this time and enjoy ourselves. We started to kiss real slow and slowly feel each other through our clothes and she started to giggle and told me I was a little hard for some reason. 'I wonder why', I asked. She stared rubbing and I thought I was going to explode in my levis. I had unbuttoned the front of her blouse and started on her nipples through her bra.

Things started to move at a faster pace and then all the clothes came off and man did she look like a dream girl. She had an old blanket and we laid it out and fell into each others arms and was feeling everywhere.

She started stroking me real slow and my fingers were where they should be, right in her wet pussy

playing with her little clit. She start to moaning and thrusting her hips up and down as I fingered her faster. 'I'm cumming, don't stop, don't stop.' Boy did she ever gush all over my hand. I licked my fingers off and it tasted rather nice. After she got her breath she says, 'Let me do you now.' And away she went, and it didn't take long for me to cum, it just kept coming and coming until I was spent. I had never came so much. Wow, that was cool, She said.

We cleaned ourselves up and finshed our work around the barn just in time as her monther drove into the driveway. Her mother brought us some ice cream. What a summer day that was.

That was the last time I got to go to their farm.

But I have never forgot what farm girls know agout sex either . . . .



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