“I went out to milk the cows the other day, and there was a Hollywood producer huddled in the barn,” said southern Manitoba farmer Red Greenfield,...whose acreage borders North Dakota. “He was cold, exhausted and hungry, and begged me for a latte and some free-range chicken. When I said I didn’t have any, he left before I even got a chance to show him my screenplay, eh?”In an effort to stop the illegal aliens, Greenfield erected higher fences, but the liberals scaled them. He then installed. This was all new to me.It was wonderful. Unfortunate side effects, however, were the strange gurgling noises that I could not stop making. "Listen to you," she said with contempt. "You sound like a monkey being strangled."She continued to ride me hard. She continued the insults and the faux-spitting. I slid my hands down her back and cupped her lovely cheeks. I put a finger on her asshole. That's when I realized she was orgasming. Her anus was twitching repeatedly against the tip of my. Tears would not come this time. She was beginning to be resigned to her fate. He knew exactly how to mold her to his will. She knew what Carl was doing, but she was powerless to stop him.Her feelings for Howard had sunk to a point where she would have more feelings for a stray dog than her husband. All of this was Howard's fault. If she had to confront him when she was in Paris, she had decided to ask for a divorce. Suddenly fear took hold of her body and her skin felt like she had stepped into. I bucked and grunted as my cock spat the first jet of sperm from its engorged head, followed by another, and another. I slumped back on the bed and watched as she scooped up a dollop of the slick white cock cream and sucked it off her fingers. Then she went for another gob, only this time she massaged it into the creases of her pussy. Watching her rub my sperm into her open pussyhole and all around her clit was sooo hot. She even wiped some on her nipples and invited me to lick them. Pushing.