...it wasn't that big ...about the size of a 12 by 12 room I guess....but it was half full of some type of beans....so we all went in this silo and si..., and laid around and had so smokes and drinks of some whiskey the old guy had brought ...the silo was pitch black inside...you couldn't see anything at all unless you lit up a smoke. But I remember it being very comfortable lying on the beans. Just like sitting a giant bean bag....and I also remember being really buzzed. The mescaline was. NNGGHH! she cried out. I was breathing hard and really turned on watching her pant as she came from me fucking her. After a moment she breathed, You were so&hellip, amazing. She was so beautiful that I just couldnt stand it anymore so pulled out of her, whipped off the condom, and pointed back at her entrance to push back in. No&hellip, NO! Please you cant! she pleaded, but didnt physically stop me at all as I penetrated back in, feeling her wet heat and the tightness of her pussy engulf me. " Sure!... Be my guest... !"Gayle held up her hands to him for help in getting in; he put the transmitter chassis aside, rose from his seat and came to the door. Grasping her hands, he hoisted her easily up to him, her dress hiking up to reveal bare legs almost to her hips; the view was not wasted on him, the startlingly white columns of her tapering thighs excited him with their perfect loveliness. When she stood before him, he looked down the valley of her magnificent breasts and knew. ” Carlos smiled somewhat sadly. “That is because she is not sure who the father is.” I sat, probably looking very shocked. I would have never thought that mousy little Cindy would have slept around with a bunch of Hispanics at work. “But, I have said enough already” stated Carlos.But, I wanted to know more. Carlos may have thought I was a sweet and innocent young girl, but since I lived so far away normally, he did not know about my adventures. I pushed him until he told me that Hispanic men.