The physical endurance and willingness to work 12 hours a day 7 days a week for weeks at a time if that’s what it took to feed our family. An absolu...e commitment to stay sexually faithful to her for literally no other reason than she asked me to. That one was hard it took me five years to get it down pat to where it wasn’t a constant struggle, but I never so much as kissed another woman. The fact that I spent half my life living somewhere I hate for no other reason than she wanted to be near. She giggled and her fingers wrapped around it. Her hands were not as soft as Heathers. They were rough from her years of working. She tightened her grip and pulled me with her to the bale of hay. She pushed me against the bale and told me to sit. I slowly sat on her dress. She knelt down between my legs, continuing to stroke me. On her knees, she lowered her head and engulfed my penis into her mouth. Unlike Heather, she did not hesitate until the tip touched the back of her throat. She placed. She immediately stopped sucking me and asked him to push all the way in.Peter took his sweet time. His cock was more huge, than mine. There was no foreskin round the head and this was shaped like a fisherman’s cap and a lot larger than his shaft, which was huge too. He just played inside her opening. Then he slowly pushed all the way inside her. Xandra bit my cock as he drove all the way inside her. When he was fully in, all I could see was his testicles hanging in front of my eyes. Then he. "He sank down onto my stomach, his hands on my breasts, his lips slaking the flesh of my inner thighs."Why did Sarah say you were a dirty bitch?"Instead of replying, I relaxed my bladder muscles slightly and he growled again before lapping the urine up from my thighs."More?" I asked, and he nodded so I let more go. I wasn't worried about wetting the covers; we'd done this before, so I knew he wouldn't allow a drop to escape. He didn't."That's why," I said as I squirmed under his mouth. "Because.