It was late before I got to sleep.”“Uninvited guests?” John asked.Mike climbed off the haystack and said, “I guess I better take care of the b...dies.”“Bodies?” John asked.“Yeah. I left them out by the manure pile,” Mike answered. He went out back expecting to only find one of the men there.John followed him out of the barn. On reaching the manure pile, he stopped and stared at the two bodies. He recognized them without a problem. They were the guys who had been waiting for them the previous. By Sunday she had spent nearly twenty hours with that giant cock. She had taken it in her mouth, and in her cunt. She had even been brave enough to rub her buttocks against it, but she knew that she would be bleeding severely from her anus if she even entertained the idea of anal penetration. So she continued using the cock of the God to scratch that ever present itch in her cunt. It barely fit inside her cunt the first dozen attempts, but she sat on it, and forced it just an inch deeper each. Hazel and I are neighbours in a small block of sheltered accommodation. We're both in our late sixties and have been friends ever since I'd moved there two years previously. Although Hazel was a good looking woman, I'd never thought of her as anything as a neighbour and a good friend. I'd do odd jobs around the flat for her and she'd do my washing and cook me the occasional meal as a form of repayment but that was as far as it went. As I stood there fingering the soft satin, my cock was getting. And predictably, all the fun had been wrung out of the event. I glanced to my left at my sorority sister, Lexi. The blonde girl made no effort to stifle a huge yawn, and then went back to sketching bored doodles in the margins of her pledge evaluation form. Underneath the table, Baxter -- the Great Dane sorority dog -- snored in his sleep. I kicked off one of my shoes and rubbed my toes along his furry flanks. He stirred briefly, responding with a lazy stretch that caused his back legs to.