You can’t get from Story to Wolf Creek by car going the back way. However ... four wheel drive and a Townwagon a grown man can sit under and work on...the transmission or rear diff? You bet. Simply turn right on to 34o ... follow it until it turns to County 2 and cross the crick.Angle north west and keep skirting the crick ... and some times in it ... to the big meadow follow your chosen star or the setting sun until you run into a northish running road. Head north, skirt the irrigation circle. I wanted to make her bleed. I wanted to make her feel the pain of a virgin being deflowered again.The framed picture of her two sons hung on the wall, they looked on as I fucked their mother, my auntie, with a demonic fervour and a force of sexual destruction. Their mother, my auntie, was moaning, trying her most desperate not to cry out loud so as not to wake her two sleeping sons. She started pissing all over my cock prompted by the savage force I was fucking her pussy, with my throbbing,. My seeds often wet the floor mat under the table because she was so skilled in her milking process. However, there came a point when we both knew that enjoyable exercise was not enough and I crept into her compartment with her husband snoring to pin her to the mat with my ardent cock meeting little or no resistance. She would give me little sweets from her pockets, when the others were not looking and I knew she had an attachment for me or at least for my obviously ready for action male. It’s like E.T. with the healing touch. I keep my ass crack shaved bare, just like Alice instructs. “Fag ass,” she calls it. She likes to call me her boy when she takes me back there herself. A many-sided woman, Alice.But I’m all woman to Oliver. My luck. The luck of servitude.I try to keep still as he smoothes the gel around with very slow, tight little strokes. But I can’t help tipping my ass backwards, just a little bit, and then my anus welcomes in the tip of his finger. I hear him coo.