She had electricity, but not town water, sewerage or gas. She had an external pit toilet, an external barbecue, an old-fashioned wood-fired stove, a f...w sheep and a goat, as well as a few fruit trees and a vegetable garden. She was a vegetarian, and tried to live self-sufficiently. She had no TV, so afternoons and evenings were spent talking, reading, listening to Mahler, Shostakovich, Robert Johnson, Miles Davis or Thelonious Monk. Often she would play the piano, or take to her easel to paint. The urge to take her to my bedroom and rip off the silk was overwhelming. This woman had the control to make me an animal in the bedroom. Not that she knowingly did it, of course. Ali caught me staring and smiled as she talked. She blushed deeply and shook her hair back. I growled low in my throat and watched as her left hand rubbed her shoulder, skimmed her right breast, slid down her torso and gathered the silk in one hand. She pulled it up just enough for me to see the shiny, spangled flip. .you're taking too damn long. Turn your nasty ass around...' Charlie pushed me over one of the dressing tables and spit into my butt crack. He used his stiffened rock hard penile head to spread around the goo, and then he rammed his huge penis into my anus. I managed to stifle the scream caused by the brutal intrusion, Charlie didn't seem to care if he was tearing my anus or busting my rectum. For the next twenty minutes Charlie rammed and deeply grind his huge penile shaft into my bung as i. Meanwhile, George was applauding and laughing as Janice showed her pleasure. It was obvious that he was enjoying his wife's pleasure, though probably not as much as she was.Bill pushed his cock head into her fuck hole and waited for Janice to settle down after such a large object had penetrated her. She did, and Bill started to push into her passage. Bill was large enough to put some strain on Janice's vagina wall as he pushed in, and this was especially apparent when he stretched the area.