He wasn't all the way in, but must have been in most of the way.Time out: This is something that should be said. when you remember things that were pl...asant, you forget any unpleasantness that goes with it. When we remember unpleasant things we lose some of the intensity of when it actually happened. I remember this very well. When Tom first started pushing, there didn't seeem to be anyway it would fit. I knew that it could be done as Shep had done that and I had seen the folks do it. Well when. The best thing I found to insert were the worn out rubber teat cup liners from the milk machines which felt great as it slide in to my asshole but after a while even that did not satisfy the cravings of my asshole. Then one day while in the barn finishing my chores I saw King licking his cock while lying on a straw bale. The sight of his deep red cock protruding from its furry white sheath sent my imagination into overdrive. I could not get the thought of King humping my asshole with his cock. His monster-cock needed all of my attention, both hands and my mouth. In fact, a third hand would've been helpful. Things got wild. I went crazy. I went after the task at hand with a wild and furious abandon. I kissed, licked and nibbled. Sliding underneath, I teased his testicles with my teeth. I washed his anus with my tongue. I lost control and went ballistic on his dick. If you saw it, you would agree that he deserved it. I I sucked frantically on that swollen head. He said, "Swirl your. .Neither of them was in any condition to make things last; both were halfway to orgasm at the point of Lon's slam-bang insertion. The four surprised onlookers watched in amazement as Lon just went nuts plowing Sally's pussy -- and Sally soaked it up without visible complaint!Beth, from her vantage point basically behind the couple and to their left, had a particularly good view of Lon's spear as he jammed it into Sally again and again; the initial red coating turned rapidly into pinkish foam as.