With the farm's 'logo'. The farmer's wife, who was still lying quite numb on the iron roster above the dung pit. Shaking almost invisibly, her layers ...f white flesh acting as shock berakers on the cold hard steel. Harry's kinky revenge fantasy - that revived every time he thought about what the farmer's wife had done to him for weeks, without retaliation - was kindled when he looked at her, lying there on a roster. He had taken a bunch of candles from a cupboard in the farmhouse and had turned. She balanced on her toes. I stood behind her between her widely spread legs with my erection nearly fully buried in her anus. She had her head down and with my slow in-stroke she moaned, brought her head up and shook the mane of her loose brown hair."God that hurts," she said with a grunt.We had found that boiling coconut shells would release a thick oily goop. While its smell and color was slightly disgusting, it was as good a lubricant as KY jelly. We had practiced anal sex on a regular basis. “Yes, please!”I got up to make some coffee and returned a few minutes later with two cups. I handed her one along with a little jug of milk and a sugar bowl.“Thanks, Stefano,” she said. “For everything.”“No, Sophie,” I said. “Thank you for being exactly who you are.”“Can I keep you?” she said by reply.“Yes, please,” I said, and I was not joking.After eating and drinking coffee, we went back to the living room. Sophie sat on the couch and had one leg up. I was sitting in the chair opposite, and. I posted an ad on an adult dating site and was surprised to have so many replies. As things like that happen most were flakes and weren't interested in doing anything but talking. There was one, however, that seemed promising. After talking over the site for a couple of days we finally decided to meet. On the night that we were to meet I fought off the nervousness and drove to the grocery store parking lot where I had told him to meet me. I wanted to meet in a public place the first time for.