Steve had stood by watching me for just a moment, but had then started packing the tools into the truck. I didn't realize for a moment, so engrossed i... the magazine was I, but when I did see that Steve was packing up, I got up to help. "Are we finished for the day already?" I asked in surprise."Yes, we've done enough here," Steve answered.Soon we were all packed and both climbed into the truck. Steve pulled onto the road, and instead of turning right towards where I lived, he turned left. My eyes are downcast as I receive a harsh kick to the ribcage and fall on my broken shoulder. I groan as you yank my body up by my hair and then impale me one the stallion meat, the brown cock glistening with slime as it slips easily into my slack neck tube. This one is larger and i feel the bulbous head poking gently on the bottom of my stomach. I struggle harder and then something moves and i slide easily up the remaining length until my nose is nuzzles in the folds of flesh between the. The fact of the matter was that Irene had a lot of shortcomings of her own that I never mentioned for fear of arousing her nasty temper. I made every attempt to make things work and did my best to ignore that which was staring me right in the face.In case you are thinking I am exaggerating about her flaky attitude, I want to call your attention to the time she went to movie with me and I discovered her panties were missing and her female parts were all pulsating and wet with what could only be. The other drivers, finishing up their piss, just stood there in awe, and watched as I brutleized my massive jock meat. It only took a few minutes. As I felt the churning in my low hanging balls, I took about three steps back from the piss trough. Arching my back backwards, and my head now looking up at the ceiling, I let out a banshee yell, and volleyed. Seven shots of thick, unbroken rope of heavy jock jizz go sailing through the air, hitting the wall above the trough. Five more shoot leaving.