The torment of Miss Judith’s strap... all were still fierce upon her. She felt sick to the depths of her soul. And the horror of her situation was l...ke a crushing weight upon her.For, after what had already happened... what was happening... she realised all this was no ‘bluff’ designed toscare her. Not something temporary either. No brief nightmare.This was harsh reality.Absolutely for real!In some unbelievable way (outside all normal credibility) Quentin had managed to have her a*****ed and. Sister was extremely tight, though at the time I had no grounds for comparison. Her sugar walls gripped me like a vise, and I was afraid to push in any further for fear I’d hurt something.Sister Juliet stood that only so long before she began humping up at me, urging me deeper. Her breath came in hot puffs and her hands gripped my ass tightly until I got with the program and began to stroke. A couple of inches in or so, I ran into a definite roadblock, and this time even Sister. Cut a bunch, chain the butts together and snake them out with the truck winch ... the Dodge has two ... one in front and one in the bed. The Jeep has only one.Peel them however ... shovel, drawknife or slick. I can peel five in an hour with the knife. Toss ‘em up on the ladder rack and go get some more. Three tags ... issued with the permit ... are good for 60 poles.Shit! Forgot the dome tent ... write that down. I slept under the tarp. In two days I had 60 poles ... and I can promise you .... She stepped out of her Cadillac and took a look around the neighborhood. She saw me watching and waved. She was 5'6'' and every bit of 250, but it was all in her ass, thighs and tits. Around the middle she was just a little above average. Her boobs were monsters, at least 48DDs. She was a black girl in dasiey dukes and a shirt cut low enough to slow off her massive tits.I took the mail into the house and beat off at the front door. Over the next few weeks I saw her off and on, and waved.