I have to figure out how to stop them, but they have so much more on me now that I don't think I will ever escape the torment. I bent over reluctantly...and soon felt the hose going into my cunt. She had put it on full blast and turned the nozzle on to its hardest stream. Once she had it in me, she shoved it in much deeper. It hurt the inside of my cunt from scraping it with the nozzle and it was so cold. But, she didn't stop with shoving it just a little way in. She shoved it in deep and I could. After Kroger, it was across the street to the Chevy Store, the liquor store that was closest to UK, for a bottle of good wine. I wish that I was a wine connoisseur, but didn’t really have a clue as to what goes with spaghetti. I figured that, since it had beef in the meatballs, a red would be appropriate, and thought, cynically, that it needed to have a cork, and not a screw cap, just so I wouldn’t look like a dork. I chose a California Zinfandel, and hoped that I was on the right track. I got. I had to shower and make myself presentable for an interview with a local journalist. She wanted to interview me about my home based business which I had successfully franchised to many others around the country.Amber Richards was the name of the journalist, and she arrived right on time. I was very surprised when I opened the door. I had not expected someone so young looking and beautiful. She must have only been around 22 to 25 years old.Amber was approximately 5ft 5ins tall (in her bare. It was a turn-on to watch another man fondle and suck on his wife’s oversized tits. Then, he stood up and shoved his fat cock into her face. Stacy glanced over at her husband and kept her eyes glued to his while she blew this guy. Bret almost came right there as he watched a big dick go in and out of his wife’s mouth. “Let’s move this inside,” Stacy said after withdrawing her mouth from Chris’s dick. Both men maintained raging hard-ons while the three made their way into the house and back to.