I actually found it so exciting that I had my hand inside my panties before I even got halfway through it and it slowed me down a little bit because I...wanted to go over some passages again to make certain I didn’t miss anything.My next story was about a county girl that was fixated on milking cows and she graduated to high school seniors taking on two at a time to show she could do it with both hands at the same time like a real professional. Of course, the story had a traveling salesman and a. He just kept pushing.After a few seconds of pushing, his piss hole and the center of my ass lined up and with the help of his spit on my hole and mine on his shaft and head, the thick head opened up my splincher and entered into me."AHH!" I screamed out of pain and pleasure. I tensed up more than ever in that second, my hole tightening its grip on his cock. "Shit! Fuck!" He yelled out. "Damn this is tight as fuck! Loosen up a little!" He then smacked my ass hard. For some reason, I did loosen. But it doesn't stop you from getting shit done. When you want something you get it every damn time. You make things happen with your will alone. You are fucking fierce. You have had ppl try to tear you down, break you, remake you into their idea of beauty, but you just laugh and keep on moving. They don't get that you know who you are. How you made yourself. So there eyes caress you with envy, lust, hate as you walk past the check-in desk, past the wanna-bes, the bible thumpers, the fucking. I was no longer playing a role, acting out the me that others thought I should be.Cassie sighed and closed her eyes, then turned her body to face me. I touched my fingers to her chin, gently lifting her head until she opened her eyes and gazed into mine. She looked terrified, uncertain, and something else - was it relief?"We shouldn't," she breathed, but there was no conviction there, no real resistance. "Leanne... your husband..."I tried to ignore my own feelings of guilt. It wasn't hard, if.