I'd want ya' to do that.I'd want ya' to do that." That was the bone crusher for me. I reached out, then, and took this cute little thing into my arms and crushed her body up to mine. She literally molded herself to my frame, wrapping her arms around me like a long lost sister. I kissed her then, a deep and penetrating kiss and, as our tongues intertwined she began to move her torso and push her cunt right against my thigh, rubbing it hard into my leg. She began to sob, too, and I could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks and on to mine. Coming up for air, she said, "Ed. You'll never regret this, I promise with all my heart and soul. You'll never be sorry for this, for sure. So let's get you bathed and then we'll start makin' babies. Go ahead and get in the hoss trough and I'll get some soap." She was like a little kid with a new Christmas toy; she literally danced back to the farmhouse and by the time I had ensconced myself up to my shoulders in the cool water she was on her way back, bar of soap in one hand, towels in the other and naked as a jaybird. The trough was a perfect place to bathe. It was made of wood and was rather large and fairly deep. Made of heavy planking, it was about 4 feet wide and six or so feet long. At one end of the trough was a windmill for pumping the water in a nd on the other end was a flat wooden table that was used for washing clothes and that sort of stuff. She was skipping and hopping all the way here and she had let her hair down and it was bobbing and bouncing with each skip she made. Really a sight to see. As a matter of fact my old pecker was now standing fully at attention under the water. she climbed in by throwing her left leg over the side like mounting a boys bicycle, her little slit opened up wide and, boy, was I glad I had made this decision. Best move you ever made Ed, old boy. This was working itself up into a situation that would be imbedded in my memory for ever and then some. Getting one foot in and the other on the ground caused her to swing that cute little ass in my direction and I couldn't help myself; I reached out and gave it a couple of pats. She froze rock still and wiggled it for me to do it again. Her pussy was wide open, standing spread eagled like that, so the natural thing to do was go from pat to feel and I did so. |