She needed to be securely supported or else she would not be able to wedge that bull's cock up her cunt.The stool was just the right height.When Bess ...rched her back and tilted her crotch up, the head of the bull's prick nuzzled into her groin. She spread her legs wide apart. Reaching down with both hands, she opened her cuntlips wide, pulling the fleshy folds over the tip of the bull's prick.Then she began to work her cunt down over his cock.It was a long slow process, but one that she. But Birgit was on nearly every page once I did start writing. I took out my keys and unlocked the cabinet where I kept my old, hand-written journal. I pulled out the loose leaf binder marked 78-79 and started reading.The first thing I noticed was that the very first entry, after a rambling introductory paragraph that simply made no sense to the nearly twenty-one year old me, was about Becky. Or rather, about my internal conflict over Jennifer and Becky. Had nothing changed in nearly five years?. ." she gasped as she leaned over, at first just pinning my arms back with her hands gripping my wrists, flexing her arms to help her own up and down motions on my cock. Then she curved her back and thrust her tits forward into my face, immediately getting me to start laving her nipples with my tongue and even baring my teeth against the sensitive buds to give little bursts of sensation."Oh, baby. I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" she whimpered before her hips set off into a spasmodic,. ." I stop and then a smile slowly creeps across my face.Frank gives me a puzzled look, "Almost like what?"I grin, "Honey, I can't believe I didn't see this the first time. Stacy is purposely delaying us."Frank questions, "Why would she do that?"I grin, "Because she's buying time for Ben to escape. I bet we just missed Ben at Bob's Country Bunker."Frank returns my grin and offers, "Sam, I've got an idea..."He just gets ready to describe his plan when all hell breaks loose in the bushes where.