I was crampingbadly from the pressure but could not get a really complete expulsionof gas. Every time I farted, Dianne gagged a and retched like shewa...ted to throw up. To add to everything the gaff cupping my manhoodbegan to vibrate and I began to become more aroused and was soonhumping the hay bale, which made my farting worse.After a while I heard a slapping sound and felt Dianne plow deeper intomy butt crack with each slap. Marla began to verbally berate Dianne asshe spanked her. Finally one. ”“It’s certainly a strange relationship. I don’t know how to describe it.” “Have you fucked them?”“All but two.” I answered as I slowly pumped my turgid rod in and out.“I’m surprised. Based on how they looked at you, I assumed you were dicking them down hard.”I chuckled a little, “I guess you could say that for the two that were sitting beside me, and also the pregnant one across from me.” “Are you going to fuck the other two? I can tell they want it bad. Just like that girl beside you could. After a few moments the door swung open. Lynne Masterson wasn't tall, and her curvy frame might have made her seem plump if she hadn't worked out assiduously to avoid it. She had obviously been working, wearing an old t-shirt and pair of cutoff shorts that did nothing to conceal her figure. A fringe of dark hair surrounded her pretty, freckled face, and there were smudges of dried clay on her face and arms."Hi, John!" she said brightly. "Long time no see. Stuart's at baseball practice right. She has her thighs exposed. This time I’m only wearing tight boxer shorts and the tent in there is visible to her. She doesn’t seem concerned. I turn on the shower knob and it sprays water on both of us. She doesn’t know how to turn it off and I’m like ‘oh shit, water is in my eye!’A good thirty seconds before the water is turned off. The shower head is large and there’s no way one can escape its streams. Once again, I offer to iron her clothes so that they dry out but for that she has to.