She winced at the stiffness in her back.She looked around. Everyone in the class was fully dressed, like a movie that had skipped ahead a few frames. ...Brad..." Gotta get to the next class, babe," Brad said.Heather turned her head. He, too, was dressed already. He smiled at her and winked. She returned it with her own weak smile before gathering her clothes.She had to hurry. Students were already leaving to a bustle of activity in the hallway. By the time she donned her blouse, Brad was out the. Looking down, standing proud in front of his well-toned body, I saw the reason my wife`s snatch had been stretched so wide: a broad, ten inch pole which was fucking Anita bare back… Anita`s mouth was open, either in a gasp of shock, or an attempt to speak, I suppose. I spoke first. ‘Why did you stop?” I said, quite simply. In no time at all, the black guy was positioning himself once again behind my wife. His large left hand clutched his yet larger cock, wanking slowly, while rubbing the tip. First, let me give you a description of where this occurs. The bicycle shop is in an affluent community in a suburb of Los Angeles. It is a rectangular building, with a display area up front for new bikes and accessories. It has a repair and assembly area in the rear, with a separate room alongside the showroom, where the new bikes are stored in cartons, and backstock. Out in back, there is a parking lot. The parking lot is at . I worked hard and fast as I could to get that barn cleaned out spotless as could be, all the hay and manure taken out in the old beat up wheelbarrow we had for doing that and all fresh clean hay put in all the stalls.Then go about wiping everything down and washing it all spic and span and sparkling clean as could be, and tired and dirty as I was Patti, I was glad to be finished and happy that it looked so clean and smelled so good.But then Patti I saw something I’d never ever seen in that barn.