He felt Andy kneel behind him on the floor, and place one hand on his arse, pulling the cheek open to expose his bud. He heard him take a deep breath,...then felt him place the head of his cock at the entrance to his backdoor.He was instantly struck with the sobering realisation that he was about to be fucked up the arse, but before he could say anything, Andy pushed. Due to the buttplug that had been inside Matt for near an hour, there was little resistance, and he could feel the head pop as it. Jessica was swept off to dance by Flynn, and then had a succession of partners. She suggested a girls only dance, but again Carol was not moving.“He’s not coming,” Carol muttered. “It’s ten thirty and we’ve been here since seven. I think I’ll go home. It’s no use waiting any longer. The plan failed.”Jessica was adamant. “There must be something stopping John,” she asserted. “Look, I know he loves you Carol. He turned me down and as much as admitted it. It’s only a matter of time.”“Tom and Anne. Security was another issue discussed. We decided we would have six drivers for the four logging trucks. Two could work as security, if necessary when not driving. The pickup and stake truck would have two people assigned to them, giving the convoy a total of 4 extra people, who could work as security over six vehicles." Ben would be in charge of security at the sawmill. He would have four addition people, not including Fred, bringing the total at the sawmill, to six. I told Fred, he was. "Dayna, Sandy, for not having a keyboard, a blues band, and a symphony orchestra to back you up, the two of you put on a hell of a show." We've reworked it from last year some," Dayna said. "Of course, we're always reworking it, or else it gets boring. Vicky, you like a hot dog? I've got plenty." Sure, throw one on for me," she replied."How about you, Jason?" I could stand a couple," Jason nodded in exhaustion. "I had a brat along in the middle of the afternoon, but towards the end there we got.