Amazingly, even though he had shot his load, Patrick noticed that his cock was still hard as a rock. The sensations he was feeling were incredible. Ra...her than stopping, he kept pounding Bridget’s quivering pussy, the mixture of their orgasms leaking out around him and running down their legs. Pulling out of her pussy, he pressed the head of his cock to her ass and pushed deep inside. Not wanting to waste the pleasure he was feeling, he quickly fucked Bridget’s ass as hard as he had been. She walked naked out into the yard and stood under the waterspout Lymon had attached to a fifty-gallon drum He strapped the drum to the side of the windmill ten feet up off the ground. Lyman might be not much use as a man, she decided for about the thousandth time, but he sure was good with tools. The home made windmill he built pumped cool water up from the three hundred foot deep well, and poured it into the drum.When the drum became full, the water was diverted and pumped into the stock tank. For Angela there were plenty of hurts and she telegraphed them to me with her lips. As she kissed me, I could feel her coming to grips with her new life, strange body, and lack of choices for the near term. We spoke' freely through our kiss, and when she felt secure that I meant it, she let me know she believed me, and that we could get on with whatever was to come.It was while we were kissing that I asked the pregnant question that had been tormenting for days. "Why did you recognize me, but I. I quickly dried myself and brushed out my hair. With it still being wet, I used the hair dryer. I stopped in the bedroom to consider if I should put something on for her. But, I was supposed to remain naked and she knew that. So, being completely naked this time, no stocking, shoes or jewelry, I left the suite and across the hall to Marie’s.I softly knocked on the door and waited, looking up and down the hall. I heard the knob turning and the door open. Marie was standing there in just a long.