In no time my fingers reached the cuntal area and they tensed on the junction while my face convulsed and spasmed, and in an excited state my buttocks...lurched and writhed and sank deeper onto the upright pole of a knob.Finally my hands began to graze the ‘anus’’ area and slowly one of my fingers entered the ‘bung hole’ and began to move slowly, rocking back and forth, pushing the tip of the fingers in and out of my anus. At the same time, my cunt slid up and down the bedpost.This went on faster. .."Present – Masha - at the cabin with JackI cannot believe it! Even after I warned my husband, he chose to endanger his life by trying to disarm the traps in the portable toilets. He could not leave well enough alone until we had an expert here to take care of the situation.I arrive at the practically destroyed portable toilet where a medic is already working on my husband and my Jack looks terrible. I ask the medic, "How is my husband?"He answered, "He's lucky as hell that only half the trap. But he didn't want anyone to find out. We worked togeather for 8 years, and got to be good friends. We was talking one day and I asked him what it was like being gay and what he like to do sexually. He told me that he loved to do oral and swallow but it was hard to find guys to do it and keep it behind closed doors. I said wow it's not a problem for a girl to find that. laughing. Later on in the week I thought of a way for him to have a fun evening. I told him what about us going to an adult. He kept seeing more and more marijuana. He was afraid that they’d have to hit it with Agent Orange to kill it all off. The garden was a felony waiting to happen.When they reached the back of the house, Tim stopped to stare at the boarded up window. It was plywood and had started to splinter and peel from weathering. He said, “I take it they didn’t replace the broken glass.”“No, they didn’t.”“This is bad.”“I know.”“Your boss must really love you to give you a property like this.”“I can live.