He throat went dry, and he had to reach for the drink, to wash down the food that had lodged there. Even now Miranda was thinking for him, guessing th...t he would have spent the whole of the day at the hospital, and not thought of hunger or resting… or much else. He’d heard Peter say how wonderful Miranda had been, when their own parents had died so suddenly, but he was only now beginning to understand what he had been talking about. Miranda in her quiet understanding way, was a rock to hang on. I felt his shaft as it throbbed and felt the squirt of his substance as it traveled up the length of his penile shaft. When his penis exploded deep in my rectum I felt it strike the wall of my bung hole and heard him groan as he slowly pulled his shaft from my bung hole. I stumble against the wall as one of his friends took hold of my hips and pulled me back till I was bent at the waist. With little to no resistance he pushed his steel hard penis into my anal opening till his pubic hair was. This happened 2 more times that day. After a few times I got bolder and started wearing more noticeable pantyhose. Light support type hosiery with a nice shine. One afternoon I parked. I had a pair of Nordstrom light support pantyhose med beige. It was obvious I was wearing pantyhose. A lady prob in her late 70's pulled up with one car between us. She went in and came out ten mins later. I knew she was going to leave driving past me. She didnt know i was there. as she started her car I went to. Sandra Lawyer had been correct in describing the character of a Hero."And just how often do I listen to Masterson when it comes to what I should or should not do?" Sid asked with a grin."Not often enough," the man answered with a corresponding grin."Let's get down there."The two men rode side by side to the farmhouse. Pulling up on the reins so that the horse stopped beside the man he had recognized, Sid said, "Fancy meeting you here." I heard that you were in the area so I thought I would.