There was a real librarian sitting at a desk near the door, a couple of middle-aged women looking through the video section and a scholarly-looking ma... seated at one of the computer desks, apparently doing research of some kind.Slowly Patti made her way toward the back of the library. The shelving ran horizontally across the floor of the building, and once she had turned and gone down one of the aisles she was no longer visible to anyone at the front.Perfect.She allowed herself one peek around. Just lower yourself slowly. Don't force it." Hisvoice was very soft and soothing.I lowered my self until I felt the head of his cock pressing against myhole. I started to press down, but I couldn't get his head to enter myhole. My hole refused to give to this intrusion. Suddenly jack pulled myfeet out from under me. My full weight dropped down onto his cock. I wasimpaled on his cock. The pain was incredible."Aww, god that hurts." I couldn't move. Jack was still holding my legs soI was. Maybe it was overkill for the situation, but from the saddle I considered overkill much more desirable than underkill.We headed back toward my pasture and other stock but passed it by and kept to the rough trail. I realized I was living on what was more or less a shelf which occurred between the level of the upper plateau and the ground floor along the river level. I didn't mind this a bit, but I did want to know the extent of things. After two hours I thought I never would.My shelf seemed to. " She laughed harder as Simon launched a throw pillow at her, deflecting it with her arm. "Then I have to paint my nails," she continued, still giggling. She saw Simon's grin and realized he was going to try and catch her, presumably to tickle her; he knew all the spots. Jumping up, she made it a few steps towards her room before Simon's arm snuck out and caught her around her waist. She squeaked as he tossed her on the couch and tickled her sides. When she could get enough air in her lungs,.