”“Yeah,” Phillip agreed, “but there seem to be several areas that are almost free of them. There’s certainly enough clay here for what we wa...t, plus a million times more.” It only took a couple of minutes for Phillip to dig out enough of the clay, and they sat down to pick the smaller rocks out of it.In a few minutes, they had enough clay to fill the small, plastic lunch pouches. “I wish we had a bucket. Maybe we could use...”“You are not going to bake clay in my cookware,” Dessie broke into. She stopped fighting and just let it happen. I continue thrusting in and out with long purposeful thrusts, slipping it almost all the way out only to ram it in to the hilt again. It is a sloppy fuck----tons of pussy juices are being forced out of her every time I drew my dick back. Her knees are squatting in a pool of cum----the sheets are soaked. She didn't care. She wished that I would never stop----never! Then suddenly my cock swells to immense proportions. She shrieks as she feels it. The house was very grand and had large grounds. We were taken to what certainly looked and felt like a Dr.'s office but a much nicer Dr.'s office than I had ever been in. I felt very out of place. Mr. Savage seemed right at home. Mr. Savage sat down but I was lead into a very large examination room with the table in the center of the room. The nurse handed me a gown and instructed me to change and get myself up on the examination table. I glanced at the stirrups. I did as instructed and sat. Normally, I’m actually pretty good at that trick, but as drunk as I was, I was pretty incompetent. I missed Jess completely, hitting the back of the couch. She picked up the cap and flicked it back at me, lightly hitting my shoulder. We went back and forth with this a few times until I completely messed up one time. The bottle cap, instead of flicking forwards, popped up and then fell on the floor, rolling on the carpet underneath the coffee table, eventually stopping under the far side of it..