I’m still on a high from yesterday’s news and I wondered if we could have lunch today to celebrate. Or are you jumping Sam’s bones to celebrate?...�� Amber’s laughter filled the phone line and brought a broad smile to Melanie’s face. ‘No, silly, I told you we weren’t doing that. Actually my best friend — well, my best friend except for my future sister — is coming down and we’re going to spend the afternoon together. I wanted to tell her about Sam and I and didn’t want to wait until we get back. The farmer jams all 9 inches of his hard cock back into my anus.Twilight has taken over the farm. It is just the purple haze of the sky with the first few stars breaking the monotony. It is dead silent for miles and miles. Except for the barn. Except for us. Except for me screaming like a happy whore as I get pounded anally.The farmer clasps me by the back of my calves, bringing them up and forward until my knees press against my ribs. My brown stained feet dangle helplessly in the air,. I believe the correct term is "muscle memory". Somehow knowledge is embedded in your DNA where you don't think about it, you just react. I found the same thing happening riding the bike. I don't know why or how, but in that instant when the bike started to move forward, all my years of riding came flooding back; my muscle memory of hours and hours riding returned. The necessary balance was there, the hands and feet working together in coordination were happening and my first thought was, "Oh. The guys both complimented our house, so I suggested that my wife gave them a tour! I said ‘show them all over, and show them everything...take them up and show them our bedroom, I’ll leave you to it!’ My wife gave me a nervous smile and said ‘ok if you’d like me to’. Both guys looked at me knowingly, then smiled at each other and said to my wife ‘we would love you to show us your bedroom!’. I was shaking with a mixture of nervous and excitement. I sat down and started to drink my beer! I.