The yard

With silence born from practice, Loretta lets the two of you out the kitchen door and onto the porch. In the light of the gibbous moon you can make out the barn between some seriously elderly sycamore trees. Grabbing your shirt, Loretta pulls you down the porch and through the yard. When you look back at the house, almost expecting the farmer with his gun storming out the door, you recognize the guest room window and realize you're in the yard you were fantasizing about earlier.

You stop dead in your tracks and pull Loretta in a tight embrace. Your mouths finding each other instantly, your tongues wrestling.

After what seems an eternity of blissful making out, you feel a small hand stroking down your side and wiggling its way into your pants. Not relinquishing the kiss, you decide to give the lady some room and loosen your belt and pants with one hand while pulling the gorgeous blonde into an even deeper kiss with the other. Losing no time, Loretta plunges her hand into your boxers and slides it to the front where she starts to play with your pubic curls.

After a few seconds of rubbing your pubes, you inhale sharply when the tips of her slender fingers encounter your swollen member.

Loretta breaks off the kissing and tilts up her head to whisper in your ear. "Someone likes what I'm doing." Much to her delight your cock twitches violently when she starts licking your earlobes.