Ada was a woman in her prime and meant to be fucked at least once a day. But having allowed him to see her body he knew it had been a natural gesture ...�� she’d come into the bedroom to change and had taken off her dress to perform a function, nothing else. She’d not pouted and not stroked a breast or pushed out her vulva at him. She was an unabashed countrywoman, and nothing more. If he wanted a fuck he’d have to push the right buttons. After riding two miles along the track used to shift cattle. Slowly and carefully at first and then a little faster and harder when I was ready for that. I masturbate anally all the time so I already knew that I’d love the physical sensation of having his 9.5 inch dick in my ass, and the real thing felt just as good as the diodes and ass beads and butt plugs I had fucked myself with before that night. He fucked me in every position that he and I could think of and I liked them all – but my two favorites were me riding him cowboy style and me on my back. I was so weak with relief I hardly even registered the mortifying way I was moaning. Low and long, and so motherfucking loud. Just awful. I sank my face into my palms, trying to hide my face as each tiny movement from him, forced these fearsome sounds from my body. Sounds that were so low the whole room seemed to vibrate.My shame was complete. Hot and all consuming. Here I was, bent over, bare, with an ass stuffed to the brim with dick. His dick. What’s more, it was hurting like an absolute. As he thought about this, a sign noting a rest stop came into view. Two miles later, her turned into the rest stop and parked his car. He walked up to the small building housing the toilets and vending machines. After taking care of his needs, he stepped into the sunshine outside the small building and stretched his arms wide, bending his back at the same time. That was when he noticed the redhead almost touching his outstretched arms. She was an inch or so shorter than his 5’10’ and slim with.