” “Really? But my muscles are still sore!” “Sorry darling!” Nadine is propping herself up on her elbows, lifting her upper body. She is look...ng at her mom who’s sitting down at the sauna bench. Now Nadine is looking at me. She’s pausing for a few moments. “What about you Frank? Would you mind to keep massaging me? Mom, is that ok with you please?” I’m looking at Katia and Nadine. My heart is pounding like crazy. Me massaging Nadine? Who is fully naked? In front of her mother? Oh my goodness! . Her head was pulled up and three of the guys spit on her face.U don’t be dis da Man.Her face was pushed down even more on the hard black rod.She felt Half-dollars cock push into her.NOOOOOOOO. Don’t. A powerfull thrust and he was inside her.Slaaaap. He smacked her white ass hard.U lik dat hit Bitch. Fukin hrd balck cock way up dat white pussy.Fuck her Man, fuck it hard. The rap music was turned way up. The Gangsta getting the blow jobwas no longer satisfied, he started to face fuck her lily. I was so gentle with him & started to very slowly move in & out of him just an inch or so at first, very gradually going deeper ’till I was about 3 inches inside him, each gentle thrust being met with a little gasp. I carried on like this for maybe 20 minutes & I felt him slowly relax, I knew it was time, my hands gripped his hips tightly & in one slow but strong movement my seven & a half inch cock slid into his tight hole, he let out a loud “oh fuck” I thought at first I’d hurt him but he. He didn't want to farm anymore. He sold off the dairy operation and wondered where to go.He remembered reading O Henry for a college course. Alaska was too far away. He decided on Northern Minnesota. Karl rented a house until his place was done--a twenty-by-thirty foot earth-sheltered cabin made out of concrete, stone and logs--then furnished it, stocked it and moved in, to lock the world away. He sometimes missed his cows. He never missed the damned chickens. Maybe next year, a dog. Something.