I stretched my neck out as far as I could to see without getting caught. I think at this point they wouldn’t have cared anyway if they saw me. I cou...d see the condom. It was no longer covering the head portion of his shaft. It looked like it had ripped apart from being stretched and all the friction. It was bundled up around the center of his giant pole now. He was now screwing my wife bare cock.He was now kissing my wife again as he kept up the pass, her arms now gripping his shoulders as he. I'd already noticed that Clint didn't shy away from the attention of other women. No, sir. He basked in the glow of all the rodeo girls he charmed, even with me standing right there next to him.I really don't think he could help it, but it pissed me off.Then, once we got to Sweetwater, we set up housekeeping, and that was when such a practice was considered living in sin. For sure, his family didn't like it, and they looked at me like I was Coonass trash, which I guess I was.Of course, they. I was shy and hesitated, so he whispered fuck me and reached for me and pulled me close to his ass; i just let him push back slowly onto my little penis. My hips then knew what to do and I started gently pumping his ass bareback. I was amazed at how wet and slick he was, but looking back, i bet he was full of cum. I fucked him for only a minute or two before grunting and pushing my load into him. All of the sudden I was full of shame and regret. I wiped up a bit and zipped up nd left. I heard. "George: "We're down in the bowels of the earth somewhere in the middle of L.A. Something like the third sub-level of the library archives. Remember Verne's 'Journey to the Center of the Earth'? That's what it's like."Sunshine: "Moldy books, mainly. We had to walk about a mile through three different tunnels, all dripping wet; climb down fifty miles of staircases and climb up forty miles. I feel like Ms. PacMan wandering around a maze. We didn't bother keeping track of where we are, so we're.