She watched Ed’s broad frame walk up to the house, exhausted from the grueling demands of farming life. Xxnx She caressed his shriveling penis as the water cascaded over their naked bodies. The pain was bearable; he was a tough young man. This is the life of a farmer, Donna mused to herself as she watched her husband get a few hours of precious rest. Randy stood in stunned silence. She didn’t stop washing his cock, and it didn’t stop its slow inflation. He shook his head and went upstairs to his room. “Turn around, Randy.”
Relieved to be done with that part, Randy spun cautiously in the wet bathtub. It was late April, and there was a lot of work to be done on the farm.
