However, he came for anal sex. Even as I felt the relief of his cock exiting my rear hole, I knew it was going right back in. And when back in, he m...ves it faster than his last penetration. The speed makes it worse. I have to bite my lower lip to keep from screeching at the top of my lungs. My hands clutch tightly, grasping only loose clumps of hay. My toes curl inward so tightly until they begin to cramp.The farmer fucks my ass with just half of his dick, but all of his effort. I could. I knew Beth had some lesbian encounters before we met and she had said, “I loved the intimacy but did not want to be defined by my choice in partners.” I never fully understood what she was trying to say but did not question it as we both had a past that we’d opted to leave in the past. YES, I had thoughts of dressing after we met, but no strong urges. And YES, sometimes when I saw Beth naked I would wonder what it would be like to have her boobs and her pussy. “What would it be like,” I. . You're not going out like that," he said and it was plainly not a question."I am going out like this." I smiled patiently."No. You're not." My husband crossed his arms. "You've been acting strange for a month now; it's time you told me what's going on." Nothing's going on." I made a face. "I'm just going out with Stacy and I want to have a little fun, okay? Don't be like that." Be like what, Gina?" Jack snorted. "You look like ... I don't know what you look like, but that isn't what you wear. I watched my breath come out inbillowing plumes.I pulled at a lock of hair that hung down from my temples. It was about70% gray. The rest of my hair was maybe only 20 or 30% gray. What wasn'tgray was an uninteresting brown. "It should be auburn," I thought tomyself, but that detail didn't matter.I was feeling panicked. I couldn't remember exactly what I said. Or whatHE said.I hear him coming. My heart is racing in my chest.He was wearing brown hiking boots, worn jeans that were ripped at.