Her fingers gently brushed the hair off my forehead, and her voice soothed some of the disturbance rioting through my soul. “Are you going to speak?...Or are you one of those deprived monks that hide out in caves and eat crickets, and moths, and things?”That made me smile.Her voice raised an octave in pitch, and many decibels in volume. “You actually smiled! Tommy Morrison can smile.” She held her face in her hands like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. Her crooked smile was just comical enough to. "yes AD, the pain, its gone, continue reaming" I said.With slow but very long strokes he worked the entire rectum chute, increasing speed, i could feel the asshole muscle give out"There it goes, the asshole let loose, nail it" Annoucning as my asshole muscle lost all control, Trigggering the start of powerfucking my chute for a solid 10 minutes, then a pull out, and AD slide his whole hand in with ease, closed his fist and punched fisted my asshole a few times."perfect your ready for the guys. Maybe I could get away for a couple of days while Jenny was at a conference I thought. While I was looking for a suitable trail my cellphone beeped, an MMS from my friend Roland. He often sent me short amusing film clips but this time I was less than amused. This clip showed Jenny dancing with a man whose tongue was down her throat and whose hand was up her skirt. Twenty minutes later a second clip arrived, similar to the first but with a different man. I wasn’t in shape for a long hike but. I couldn’t control my emotions n started jerking off and laterI got to know that the lady was pooping and she didn’t see me because she was squatting and the grass and bushes were 3 to 4 feet in height then I felt like seeing her face and then I moved slowly towards her and when I saw her face She was beautiful but she had huge breasts covered by a saree, blouse and obviously cupped by a bra while she was busy pooping, I was busily wiping off the pre cum from my penis in India, it is very rare.