I was out one night with a friend when we went to a pub and met some rugged looking guy sitting on his own. We got chatting and started, as opposites ...o, telling jokes to each other, and as sex was always on table, the jokes turned dirty in nature as we all primed each other for a romp.He told a story of a girl, an Admiral's daughter, who married a seaman and was curious about anal sex. 'Daddy used to tell me never to marry a seaman because he always wanted to do it the other way', she hinted. Woow.Who wouldn’t love that??One day I saw a girl. She was wearing a short and a t-shirt that had a print ‘Boom’. And that exactly what happened with me. I just whispered, “What a bomb she is.” I waited for her to see if she was really alone. And I got double luck.First, she was alone and then I got to know she had come there for the first time. She had an admission form in her hand. She sat on a sofa in front of the reception hall to fill the form.I went to the reception and took a form for. As he continued to slide his long fingers into her asshole, her pussy begin to twitch and awaken once more.He then reached for a small tubular appliance with a long smooth rounded tip at one end and a large plunger handle on the other. Samantha had noticed it sitting on the tray earlier but hadn't given much thought as to what it might be used for. It resembled a large syringe."What is that for?" she asked nervously."Well, now that you're nice and clean inside, I need to make sure that you are. Brenda added some new information. "Today while was in town I found out that Dave and I had an insurance policy on the ranch that will pay off the mortgage in case one of us died, so the ranch is paid off! While I was at the bank I heard that the Triple-C ranch maybe up for sale since Mr. Carstairs had passed on over a year ago." Okay, I know the ranch and it is good property. It would more than double our combined ranch size. I suggest you go see Mrs. Carstairs and see what she wants to do. If.