I chuckled, “Thanks.”When I returned to the dining room, Paul asked, “So, Carl, have you ever been inside a barn?”“No, I haven’t,“ he re...lied.“Clara, give Carl a tour. We’ll go downstairs and I’ll write Earl a check for the lumber.”~~~We went downstairs into Paul’s office. He sat behind the desk and opened a drawer and withdrew a ledger and checkbook. I sat across the desk from him.He was in a chatty mood and told me all about his folks and how the farm had had good years and bad years. In high. He had a future ahead with literally infinite possibilities, and along with that, many other concerns. His feelings for his mother, her past, his father, his thoughts of normalcy, his desires for future wealth and ease, the virginity that shames him so much, future relationships... It is as if his mother’s death was an explosion that would open many doors in his future, and unless he opened and looked at each of those doors and observed what they can give him, he will not be satisfied. He was,. Her ass was truly theirs. And they were truly spreading their arms and her butt hole. Slowly they pulled their arms out and chose instead to insert things in Amazon’s ass. First was a softball that she had a hard time expelling, but finally did. Then a fire extinguished was shoved halfway in and left until the ring relaxed enough to accept it. It seemed the next thing would be the climax of the show. One of them took a football and in one motion rammed it in and up her ass. Amazon. And Miss Farwood too! Lovely to see you again, shall you be accompanying us home?' Claire let out another giggle at the man’s polite greeting. Lillian knew her friend had fancied the cute driver for a while and laughed inwardly as her friend turned on the “cute fuckable teen” charm they both employed so often.'Hiii Paul! Nice to see you too. Lillian invited me back and my mum said it was ok. Taking us home then?' She was still keen to hear her best friend’s tale about the mysterious.