They looked beat. Cindy couldn't help laughing."You two are all fucked out!" she giggled.Her lightheartedness was short-lived, though. What was she to...do about a stiff prick? She didn't feel like using her fingers or a banana up her cunt. She had already been spoiled by thick, throbbing doggie-cocks, not to mention her brother's crazed prick.She stood at the window, idly rubbing her pussy, when her blue eyes spotted something moving in a distant field. A horse!For a horny girl like Cindy, there. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion. I was liking this. I said oh yeah, do whatever you want, but Mom is going to be mad if this gets on the couch. She said, not to worry, she would take care of it. She then started running her fingers in circles around my hole, and actually stuck her tongue in it. I was freaked out, I had never heard of this, she said she used olive oil because it was healthier. HaHa. She then put her index finger in, and slowly removed it, then further, and wiggled it around from side to side like she was. This would be a plus as George and Barbara no longer had my phone number and I knew that Karen would give it to them and probably talk to them before she called me back. I already knew what I knew, now it was time to find out what I did not know, and that was one hell of a lot.It was later than night when the phone rang and I was outside. I got to the phone to hear her leave the recorded message at the sound of the beep:"Bubba; are you there Bubba? I got your message. [I could hear a sniffle in.