Brenda's works on a farm, doing all the jobs that a man can do, it matter little how much lube she uses I can still feel the calloused knuckles as my...pussy begin to be stretched wide open.My girl friend guides me down bit by bit onto Brenda's fist, I begin to gulp deep breaths of air as my cunt aches with pain and pleasure, I grind and gyrate my hips downward to engulf Brenda's fist, to get passed the knuckles and onto the wrist, Brenda, at the same time forcible rotate her huge fist.Then. . okay."I spent a few seconds trying to visualize that. Especially what their leaps and cartwheels must look like in a Bowling Alley. Their skirts were hip hugger and no more than 12 inches from waist to hem.I was distracted, though, when the blonde walked over to Abby, who was now snoring, and tossed the pillow covering her ass to the floor."Look at all the cum!" She grabbed Abby by the hip and shoulder and rolled her over then pried her thighs apart. Bending over she began to lick up my cum. "I have to admit at this point I was both laughing and experiencing tightness in my groin area that signaled my brain I was ready for sex.Me: "I must agree that male admirers should be more diverse in their attentions but it is easy for high-spirited young men to fixate on the female hindquarters as their central area to seek pleasure and it does lend a sense of dirtiness to the entire business that appeals to their need for control."Mrs. X: "I know you are right because I also get that same. Lit is so, I dunno, fuzzy. Everybody has their own idea about what makes a book good or not." Maybe that's the idea—to get you to read, to think about what you've read and be able to explain your thoughts. It's the process, not the answer that's important." It dawned on me that I was actually having a normal conversation with someone who would usually leave me tongue-tied and stammering. How'd that happen?"If your neck's bothering you, turn a bit and let me see what I can do," I offered.Beth.