I've seen those before. It's called a cast, and it keeps him from throwing things back out of whack. It beats hell out of a splint cause he just can't...fuck it up unless he tries hard."We've got to have some more men though. When those wagons start getting here we'll need to unload them and stack the lumber right so it can finish drying without twistin' up. Try to see if you can find young men that want to learn to handle cows later."Mike will probably come up here sometime today to talk to you. I became fascinated that Mark was enjoying intercourse, something I will never experience again. To my surprise, I discovered it was more exciting for me to watch intercourse then to have intercourse! To watch this stud bed my wife was even more exciting than wearing a chastity belt! I had never heard Julie give orgasmic yells the way she was doing with Mark. Finally, Mark could hold it any longer. He started to moan in a very low voice. I knew he had to be shooting a big spermy load into my. The words “please don’t spurt” were repeated time and again in my head. Emma on the other hand was tossing on the bed in the throes of orgasm, her body spent with the exhaustion of holding back for so long. Her bodily fluids had thoroughly wet the bed. I looked on in amazement as Emma, slowly but surely, started to recovered. Then it dawned on me. There was only one thing left to do and it had me growling beneath my breath. I couldn’t stop the guttural sounds from escaping. I reached out to. Meanwhile, I used my thumb to apply a rubbing pressure to the area around her clit without actually touching the organ itself. Soon, Marissa was rocking in time to the thrusting motion; her hands rhythmically clutching and releasing the sheets. When I could tell that she was close, I crooked my fingers until I found her special spot, stroking it from inside as my thumb now found its external target. She suddenly squeezed her legs together, crushing my hand as she exploded in an orgasm of.