” Squaring his cock up to the right place, she let gravity take over. The force of its hard blunt head pressing against her made her groan loudly. V...olating that ring of tight-knotted muscle, she yelped at his girth as she lowered herself down. Ensconced by a tightness alien to him, she watched as his eyes widened with surprise. “Shit Pen, am I?…. Fuck!” She nodded, “In my tight arse? Oh yes.” His low series of panting groans made her want to add fuel to the fire. Leaning back and gripping his. ‘Sit. I’ll comb out your hair while you eat.’He smiled at me, with the same expression of exhaustion and love as I had given him, took the bowl from me and sat on the bed. I crawled up behind him and found the brush, gently taming his wet auburn tangles.‘We’ve made good time so far, don’t you think?’ Jason asked between slurps of soup.‘Eleven hours isn’t bad at all,’ I agreed. ‘Where are we going to stop?’‘I was thinking a little town just outside Sweetfield. What do you think?’‘I think I don’t. Moments later I was pedaling up the street with all my might. With every push of the crank, I envisioned the anger flowing out of me, through the bike, and into the ground.All those ants down there under the street can have it, I thought.I pictured myself ladling out "Rage Stew" to hordes of ants at some sort of anger soup kitchen. And just like that, I was laughing maniacally at the thought, and all of the anger was gone.So wit is a foil for anger ... who knew?This reminded me that I had. “Who is that Grandpa?”“You go up to the barn in the back and wait I will send them to you do you know where the hole is in the back stalls?”“Yes” he replied blushing again.“About an hour or so okay then you will get what you need I promise no questions asked.” And with that, he sent John on his way with no idea who the hot chick was that would be swallowing his cock and taking his big, juicy load down their throat.An hour went by and John was standing in the stall with the hole in it, standing.