As soon as she left the bed I started hearing bits of conversation— just the loud parts. "You what?" "About time!" "Me next!" "Hot Damn!" I felt lik... a pouter pigeon.I got buttonholed by Jean that morning. She wanted to do a motility test to see if I was shooting blanks or not. Nope. Well, I got cut off again for a month until the birth control cycled. What did I do? "Well, it looks like it's you and me again, Rosie." I wasn't the only one grousing, believe me.Pole barns aren't that hard to. Sweetness raised her face and looked in her direction, her eyes registering nothing, a black bruise swelling on her right cheek and eyes, and dried blood and snot on her upper lip. “Joy! Joy! Where are you?” she moaned, and then buried her face into the palms of her hands. Here they were, somewhere. Alive at least. With nothing. This hadn’t worried Sharon before. Her very life had been her chief concern. But now she was sure. Her blouse was removed, thrown aside no doubt in the rape. Her. Bareback is best, and you are a god. As my moaning gets louder, you realize that I am going to cum. You freeze, not wanting me to cum just yet as my orgasm will no doubt drag you along with me, and you’re far from done pumping my ass just yet. You slow your pace down giving me time to relax and recover so I don’t cum too soon. Over and over you build me up and hold me back, and with every pump of my ass my heart races, the room spins a little more. It’s torture and I love it. I reach back. ” The gentleman slipped off his shoes and un tucked his t-shirt from his worn out jeans. He then knelt on the floor, placing his knees on either side of his lady’s legs and leaned forward and kissed her neck several times. Lifting her night gown above her shapely rump he noticed that she had decided not to wear panties. He grinned and leaned in and kissed once on each cheek. She smiled slightly and moved her right knee out so that he could have access to other wonderful places. He touched her.