When it was their turn to pull the guys left her sitting alone. There were times when they would leave her alone while they talked to the other puller... about the condition of the track, farming, and other things that men chat about. There were hardly ever any women at these events so Cathryn reclined on the bleachers and watched the action. She had pulled before and even had a trophy to prove it but she would rather watch, then go to the truck and sleep when it got late. Jeff stood, leaning. "He lifted my chin and looked deeply into my eyes."God your just fucking beautiful," he whispered and put his arms around me.Eddie embraced me, locking his strong arms around me. His faced moved forward and I sensed he was about to kiss me. My involuntary action was to move back. His right hand came up again and was held out flat near my face, ready to slap me again. I forced myself to stay still.He enclosed me in his arms again and this time his lips came down on mine. It was the strangest. The faces were of businessmen and school run mothers, of delivery drivers and builders mates. Slowly the tip of the corn made its way tenderly inside her, she gasped loudly as it parted her and began to enter. The feeling was intense and she stood with it half inside her just allowing the moment to fully form in her mind. Then she slowly began to slide it in and out. The rough yet slippery texture felt hard and secure, she thought of being taken by a huge dick, forced to the cold ground and. It was strange, but after I first committed to accept Gwen ‘whether fucked by other men or not’, I don’t believe we ever made love again when she didn’t have George or some of his buddies sperm in her. I got use to her smelling of having been used by several men when we made love. One time she came in from a gang bang with semen soaked clothes and jism all in her hair. She refused to shower and clean up until I’d made mouth love to her raw, puffy, and bruised sperm laden cunt. We Frenched.