Gary was tall, thin with white hair that was thining too. His hands were chapped from rough work, his face weathered and tanned from outdoor labor. He...wore a small white mustache and his voice seemed too soft for his rough exterior. The most interesting thing about him was his eyes, They were a dark brown, soft and kind. I felt like I could trust him.As the time wore on he kept buying me beer. By last call he offered to take me home, I was in no condition to object. The bartender assured me my. ' Brad kept stroking me slow and deep with his hard cock till I was moaning uncontrollably. Brad knew what he was during and enjoyed toying with me. Brad pulled from my upturned butt and pushed me down to my stomach, he turned me to my back and lifted my legs. Positioning his cock head at my stretched anus he reentered my butt. Pushing my legs back to my shoulders he slipped his hands under my shoulders and plunge deep into my anal cavity. Brad screwed me like that for nearly an hour before. ' I said.I got off the bed and walked over to the fridge. Reaching inside I pulled out a small patty of butter. Going back over to her I pulled back the foil cover and, using my fingers, scooped out the butter. I slapped the butter down right between her butt cheeks. Using my fingers I rubbed the greasy butter over her little brown hole. She looked behind her, 'What are you doing?'I said, 'Ever had anything in her ass?''No.''Then its your lucky day.' With my middle finger I opened her. She could almost smell the sweaty bodies in the dust and heat as she was jostled by a large crowd up to a white stone building. A man dressed in an expensive gold trimmed, white toga with curly golden hair was speaking to the assembled throng from the top of a wide staircase. But, in the instant that she recognised Richard’s beautiful face, it turned wary and then fearful as he looked up in horror. The skies had darkened instantly and two black-suited figures were arrowing down from the storm.