By the next afternoon, Mat had recovered enough from his hangover to visit the marshal's office. Marshal Ben Jackson was amused by Mat's understandabl... bleary-eyed look."Well, Mat, how is Hanksville's latest hero making out? Will you survive the party or should I go ahead with funeral arrangements?" Ben laughed."Oh, I think I'll survive, if people will just stop being so loud!" Mat groaned. "What did you want to see me about?" The first thing we need to settle is how you want to handle the. They needed to be pulled to get them out from the back side of the table as far as possible. He gladly helped. His massive hands pinched huge chunks’ of her tits and yanked her tits with more force than I could have ever mustered. It looked wonderful, seeing them beautiful tits extended so far with such a cruel pair of huge hands. I lifted the half of the table letting the block of wood fall to the ground and asked him to pull harder. He actually leaned back. I slowly let the leaf opening close. Cindy mentioned that she hoped Jen hadn't heard uslast night, but the lights had been left on (albeit low), and the door to the master bedroomhad been left ajar (whoops!).Before we went out to join Jen, she shut the door to the bedroom, and said she hoped that I wouldn't think less of her for being so forward with me (!) on a first date. I told her not to worry about it, that I had had a wonderful time, and pulled her to me for a smoldering kiss.She returned the kiss as we ran our hands all. Not only that, his hands came up, cupping her breasts, pulling one side of her bikini away and flaunting his hand on her bare breast. Gasping, she tried to turn, tried to pull away, but he held her tight, held her on his cock, and her body was fighting her desire to flee. She was flooded with desires and needs that warred with her fear. She longed to be taken, well, and hard, and she was beginning to care little about the consequences. All day she had been so aroused, and now that his cock was.