The pleasure that ‘Farmer Boy’ was providing me was well worth the initial strain. I prayed he wouldn’t cum too quickly because my pussy was get...ing exactly what it deserved. He continued steadily banging me for several minutes.“Nnnngh,” he cried as his farmer spunk irrigated my backside.Dressing quickly afterward and with a bashful grin, he apologized for going wild as he had, blaming it on his horniness. With a boyish smile, he then tapped his watch saying that he had better get home because. “I don’t mind being molested by Richard,” Faith said. “Neither do I,” Claire added.“Hey!” my twin said.“I don’t care who molests me,” Diana said, “Either Rich or Flynn, or both at the same time.”“Ooooh,” Faith said, “Both at the same time, that means one in my pussy and the other...”“Don’t say that out loud,” I asked... “And the other in my ass, at the same time,” she finished.“My goodness,” Claire said. “I’m getting wet just thinking about that.”“Me too,” Anne said.Of course, Flynn said, “That. "Yes, I would. I know of a dancers supply house that stays open late. Just write down your sizes," he answered. Megan slid off his lap while Terry made a beeline for his room to dress. When he returned she handed him a piece of paper with her sizes written on them, Terry grabbed it as he and headed out the door. A few seconds later she heard the whine of his electric starter and then his Harley roared to life and he headed up the street. Megan went to her room and placed a set of satin sheets. This was the big event of the year, and everything else was timed as being either before or after the mammoth hunt. Everybody in the village went on the hunt. If you were too old or too sick to walk on your own, a travois was built, and you rode on that to the hunt. This was the nearest thing the people had to a religious experience.Any babies born during the hunt were thought to be especially blessed. And any woman who was proven to be pregnant during the hunt was nearly as lucky. Evening Star.