" Why a motel? Let's go to the cottage," I said, forming a simpler plan than checking into a motel."I thought of that, but what would we do with the c...r? I told my parents I was going to a movie and that meant taking the car." We'll put it in the garage. Suzanne left a message. They're not coming home until late. Ned may hear the garage door go up, but who cares. Let's go to the cottage," I urged."Are you sure Sammy? We can hide the car in the garage and take it back out before Suzanne and Mr.. We both shared the laugh as he asked if it was OK if his boyfriend joined in.NO problem!I went on into the booth area. I had gotten lucky in a glory hole booth the last time, but decided not to hit it this time. I nodded to the man that was standing there, said hello, and proceeded to a booth and promptly locked the door. At least I THOUGHT that I had.The man who was standing just inside the booth area now entered my booth, unzipping his fly and revealing 7 soft inches of man meat. I locked the. ." I panicked as soon as I pulled out of her. Blood and cum poured from her gaping hole as she laid there over a bale of hay panting and grunting. "Its ok....I mean...I never told you...nobody knows....I was thrown from Rowdy several years ago, and messed up pretty bad...I can't have babies...I can't get pregnant....its...ok" That started a very long summer. We fucked every where, every day, but mostly in the barn....she loved getting it bent over in Rowdys stall next to him. We. It's all documented. I'm surprised you not aware of it. Here let me show you."Roxanne glanced at the digital clock on her desk and noted that it was 540 p.m. and that the Friday Happy Hour should be in full swing with a good crowd in-house. She stepped over to one side of the office where a wall mounted VCR and monitor were. From a shelf she selected a tape, placed it in the VCR and pushed play. The monitor lit up with the scene at the community theater. Teresa had lost her dress and was.