.." she chants as his cock slams into her ass. Each time his dick rams in, Dakota is lifted off her feet for a second. She starts to thrust back meeti...g him stroke for stroke. Sweat is running down her back, and dripping from her nipples. Her hands are resting on the coffee table to help keep her balance. Her breath is getting ragged, it's hard for her to keep talking, so grunts and moans of pleasure start to fill the air, every time his cock is buried in her bowels."Oh my... fuck... your so. Dammit. The early pioneers had chickens, didn't they? How in the hell did they keep them? Bet they didn't have wire fences easily available back then. Think Morales. Think.He stood staring at the chickens as they sat in the branches of the apple tree staring back at him. "Shit," he muttered, "They damn sure don't look concerned that they're in danger of me catching them. Hmmm. I guess they wouldn't have survived out here if they were easily caught. But dammit, where there are chickens, there. Dawnette would be leaving on Sunday and would be home on Friday or Saturday. Friday afternoon the In-laws arrived and got settled in. After unloading their truck we sat around and discussed family, politics and weather. Saturday wasn’t much different. I tried to get Richard, my father in-law down stairs to help me with a few things I had to get done before summer was in full swing. He helped me reload some bullets but it seemed he mostly just wanted to talk with me about how he was missing the. At least there would be no permanent damage.“Pull her cheeks apart!” It was siddiqe.As I was the only one left on the bed with Tara, I did what he said. One final degradation, they were going to cum in her ass. And cum they did, one after the other, my wife’s gaping asshole was filled with hot cum. They filmed everything. Tara twitched and pushed most of their cum back out, they cheered and laughed. I let her go and she slumped and rolled on to her back, she was exhausted.I had gotten up off.