But I took solace in the fact that he was home and we had all the time in the world to do better next time.As we laid there in an awkward silence, my ...artially satisfied mind asked him how big he was down there. He pretended like he didn’t hear me the first time and I asked again, he replied ‘six inches’. A question I would come to regret to this day and an answer I wished he didn’t give me. Once again, I blame my partially satisfied mind as I salivated when I thought about the four inch. I picked up my rifle, but I kept them covered with my shotgun. I had them pick up their dead friend and lead me to their horses. I kept them covered while they tied his body to his horse. I had them mount and I used piggin' strings to tie their hands to their saddle horns. I tied their feet together out of their stirrups by leading the rope under the horse's belly. That left them kind of hangin' in their saddles with no support from the stirrups. They had to hang on tight to the saddle horn to. He could feelthe coldness seep through the boots and cause his nylons to get wet. "Got the hot cocoa ready, mom?" Paul said as he arrived home and saw hismother watching the soap and reading a book at the same time. To his surpriseher book was on the TV tray as she stared at a commercial for a student exchangeprogram. "That's what Paul needs to become a real man," Ann thought to herself. "I think you need to broaden yourself." Ann said with a mysterious look. "I'vejust arranged for you to. No one in this group was a bit bashful; it was more like they were very primed to fuck. We moved to the bed (the first black guy and me) and I let him take charge of my ass.My robe was pushed up my back as I got on all fours, my very brief panties were pulled aside, my rectum was rudely probed with a few fingers and lubed well then – as I tried to relax as much as possible and push back – the head of that black cock was firmly pushed against my waiting hole then, about 3 inches got shoved in.