"How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if ...ou send her just the word 'comfortable'?"The brunette explains, "My sister's blonde. The word's big. She'll read it very slowly ... com-for-da-bull."The next two are Compliments of mousepotatoesThree little old ladies are sitting on the nursing home porch talking about this and that.One holds her hands about a foot apart and says "I remember. Yvonne herself was in a delirium of corrupt, wanton indulgence of her excessive sexual appetite. Just half an hour earlier, Yvonne had never laid eyes on these men. She knew not their names nor anything about them. She had barely even glimpsed their faces and yet here they were fucking and fucking and fucking her – and she wanted it, she cared not what or who they were, she just craved for their gorgeous cocks to keep fucking and abusing her for ever. The two guys swapped position and Yvonne. "Let's see if we can get it all in." I said. With allot of grimacing on my part, John managed to bury his entire cock in my cunt before beginning a nice rhythm to fuck me. He gave me multiple orgasms for the next half hour, literally fucking my brains out, until he brought himself to an orgasm and unloaded his seed inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his cock going soft in my pussy, and we kissed and cuddled for a while. I talked John into ordering a snack and refreshments from room. My father died a couple of years after I had been locked up, taken by a surprise heart attack. It really was a surprise. He had always been a fit, strong bloke, but the stress of his only son being locked up for 20 years took its toll on him. My mother then died within 12 months of dad, - of a broken heart my sister always said, - leaving me with just my much-older siblings. My nieces and nephew didn't really want to know about me. They blamed me wholly for the loss of their beloved.