I looked a little closer and realized that they were both lying on their backs with their legs spread wide apart. It wasn’t long before we observed ... couple of men heading this way. As they came closer, it was obvious they had spotted the women and their course deviated towards them.They stopped right in front of them and made no attempt to be discreet as they perved on the women. Neither girl made any attempt to cover themselves or even bring the legs together; they just continued to lay there. One night he came in to find Polly wasn’t there. He asked about her as lightly as he could, and the publican told him there had been a couple of drunk strangers round the night before who had tried to get it off with her. She’d done a lot of struggling and a few of the regulars who’d found her fighting in the car park had freed her but she’d been severely injured. She was in hospital now and he hoped it wouldn’t be long before she was back again as he could hardly manage without her. Joe felt. And never, he has never fucked the shit out of me. Do you see my problem?I have yet to cum from one of our encounters. Don't get me wrong it feels good, but it is no way near satisfying. I mean I go to work horny every day. The man is just clue less. He doesn't even try to have sex with me any where other than in the bedroom and only at night. AAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHHow hard is it for you gentlemen out there to get a clue? I mean I have tons of sexy sleepwear. See through, crotch less, teddies, sexy. Tre Whipple and I were in the same grade and joined Boy Scouts together. That's how I learned about camping, outdoor cooking, and first aid and stuff. His name is really "Jerry Whipple, III." Or I guess it's really "Gerald Whipple, The Third." That's why everybody calls him "Tre."His dad is "Jerry Whipple, Junior," or just "Junior Whipple." He owns the local Ford-New Holland Implement dealership, which he inherited from Tre's grandfather, Gerald Whipple, Senior. Senior started out as a farmer,.