" Jennifer sighed, sounding almost apologetic."The choices they gave her was piano lessons, singing lessons, or ballet.Being as athletic as she was, S...m chose dance." Well," I said in a dispassionate voice. "Now I know where that part ofthe history came from." Not that big of a deal," Jen continued. "Not at first. But there wasmore than just the thrice weekly practices that started chipping away atthe foundation of that friendship. Nature also decided to add her owningredients to the mix.". I rub some lube intothe head and shaft of my cock making sure it's slippery in my hand, and pickingup a thick butt plug I move behind Melissa. Running a hand between Melissa's firm buttocks and teasing her arse holeI hear her moan around the dildo, edging closer I position the head of my oiledup cock against her tight little anus. Pressing my cock forward with my handI feel the head penetrate her, moving my hands to her hips I use them to thrustmy cock deep into her arse with one stroke. The. In preparation for all of this building, Jeff, in his position as blacksmith, fabricated a bronze crosscut saw for the fine cutting of the timber and a bronze circular saw blade for a portable sawmill powered by the power takeoff from the steam engine used on the tractor.They planned to use logs for the exterior walls, just as had been used in the original construction, but the floors and interior walls would be made from planks cut by the sawmill. In fact, in a fit of enthusiasm, they voted to. I could feel the breeze hitting my ass, and I could still feel his hot, creamy juices inside of me. I knew it was there, but what was I to do now? My ass was sticking in the air like a radio control tower, trying to send signals across the state.Mary looked at me and said "It's not over yet." I thought it was over! What! It felt great!That very moment, the motel door opened and there were a few guys standing there, different looks and colors, different heights. And there I was, with my asshole.