Now he reached round from the back and cupped my balls with one hot and soapy hand as he massaged the full length of my tool –up and down, up and do...n while his rock hard dick was probing at my ass cheeks. No one had ever done this to me before and I couldn’t believe it was feeling so good. “OH man!” I groaned; “you are sure learning fast.” Brett kept this rhythmic movement going slowly as his hard cock poked in and out of my crack. As he pushed in, the tip of the head gently touched my hole. She called him “PC”, apparently after a police officer who used to live next door to her who she had a crush on. She found it hilarious one night (it was around 2am at the weekend, and her mother was at work) when a female guest appeared on the Jerry Springer show, a big fat woman wearing a skimpy dress and heels who was having a dispute with her many male partners, who called herself “Pussy”. Zandra thought the name was ridiculous and sounded a bit like her cat’s name. It doesn’t sound funny. Yes, it was his anniversary that day, but as he sat rocking back and forth in that rocking chair all he could do was remember her insanely intense eyes and that look Marge, the woman next door was giving him, and once he came to terms with it all, he broke down. He undid his shirt and pants for her. He helped her undo hers too. And there they were, while he was on his first week of the honeymoon, and he was about to have sex with an incredibly beautiful woman who was even more beautiful then. "Go!" he told her in a low, sharp voice. Marie veered to the left and ran hard toward the house. She opened the back door and threw herself inside.Jesse jumped to one side as the wagon reached the corner of the barn. The horses stopped. He stood quietly, waiting for whatever came next. After a couple of minutes the side door by the big barn entrance slowly opened and a man stepped out. He called back inside, "It's just the horses. Nobody with them."Jesse slipped around to the back of the barn.