Foolishly I hadn't brought any tools or a repair kit so prepared for a long walk home, no sooner had the weather decided to throw me one last challeng... with some thunder and lightening my saviour drove up alongside me. My farmer admirer in buoyant mood. I knew he was a charming man the moment he pulled up as before he wound his window down he put on his face-covering. I did the same.'Hi gorgeous, I've always wanted to get a proper look of you in your cycling shorts' he said to me. 'Oh really?'. But he said nothing.Lewis was slightly shocked there seemed to be an element of professionalism to her performance. He was impressed by her stamina his hands stayed on her backside but it was her that was doing the work now and she was moving to her own rhythm.With the fingers of one hand he began to probe her asshole, he had actually intended to butt fuck her the First time, reasoning it as a being a good method of asserting himself. He got the impression however that’s he was no stranger to. I was about to go for three when she turned to face me. She looked angry; she wanted her asshole to be tight, to do her own business with that black guy.She bent over again and begged for Peter to get his thick cock in her ass. I held Anita’s face in my hands to watch her expression as she began getting her sweet tiny ass fucked by this thick black rod.Once Peter felt he was fully buried in her ass, he stood dead still allowing my wife to relax her anal muscles and adjust to his size. I hissed. Bennie and Janice flew back to complete the planning for the ceremony. A couple of days later, Tom and Vic flew the Connie into Carrollton airport for their fourth load of the day. Their first trip brought a goodly number of Pintlala folk and took some Preservation folk. This was the fourth and last trip of the day and would be full of more Preservation people eager to celebrate and meet more of the Protection people. Mike and Jen rode up front with Tom and Vic to start their flying.