He is outside getting something out of our car.“Mable, good grief. What is it?” he grumpily asks.“I saw it with my own eyes. Proof Elizabeth and...Edward are immoral folks!” I say, excitedly panting.Walter’s eyes roll back in disbelief, which always annoys me.“I put my hand on the Bible, Walter. I saw her in a very unladylike position to make his man parts grow!”My husband’s face turns sour and he says, “So you were spying on them again? I told you not to do that anymore, Mable.”“But,. He stretched and ventured back out into the blinding whiteness. As he approached the bottom of the valley, he noticed that the spires had begun to be decorated with a variety of offerings in a multitude of styles. Garlands of dry flowers, straw dolls, carved statuettes and what appeared to be a macabre effigy, crafted from human bones, strips of leather and crude plates of metal, beneath which the white rock was stained reddish-brown. With their tall, virile shape and mushroom-like flared tips,. I felt their massive head pop past my already stretch sphincter, my ass resisting as they slid in further.Having already been worked up, they wasted no time in going slow and rapidly picked up steam. He was quickly jack hammering my little teenage boy pussy and I was trying to intermittently moan, breathe, and not choke on the cock that was also picking up speed as he pounded my throat. While the massive horse in my ass had size, he was not in for the long haul with my ass squeezing him so. Continuing to chuckle, Dempsey then persevered, “Clem, I know the kids at school gave you a hard time about being a smelly farmer. I also know that your hyperhidrosis gave you the nickname of Clammy Clem. Truthfully, that never bothered me. Please throw all that shit in the dustbin and just be who you are.”“Are you serious?” Clem asked in disbelief.“Sure. You’ve always smelled good to me,” Dempsey assured him.“Fuck… do you mean I don’t have to scrub myself every morning and evening anymore,”.