Lynne had stopped crying, and was just plodding forward. We must have made a strange looking group ... three people leading three horses, only one of ...hich had a burden to carry. I knew it would be useless to ask her if she was OK, so I just paid attention to keeping Paul's body on the horse.I don't know how long it took us to get back to the house. It stopped raining, but the clouds were still thick and black, and I couldn't see the sun. I didn't wear a watch any more, because what time it was. " I couldn't remember doing that. It was real, though, I hadn't been faking. Then I said, "I need something bigger." No lube shots this time. The video view was me, on my back, legs spread, knees bent, a thick rubber cock buried in my ass. I was thrusting my hips, lifting my ass up and down, fucking the dildo like it was real. I was speaking to the camera like a web ho teasing for tips. "Oh, it feels so good. Fuck my ass, fuck it!" I told you, spoken just like a live video slut. Lube made. After five knocks, I opened the door. We saw a tall (6'4", the same height as Roy), muscular male wearing a policeman's cap over his ear-length, straight black hair, a flimsy blue cop's shirt complete with fake badge, blue cop pants and brown loafers. Obviously, he was the stripper. As he jokingly placed us "under arrest" and then told us his name was Phil, I simply stared at his body. It obviously looked like one of those stupid Chippendale dancers, but I found him a lot more handsome than. She wasn’t really tight, but my thickness had no problem filling her receptacle. I was completely surprised that I was able to contain my own explosion for seven or eight minutes… but when I did blow, it was tremendous.That’s when she uttered those words, “My God, Donnie, I needed that so, so bad. It’s been close to ten years since I was fucked last.”Words that I will remember as long as I live…That was three years ago. I’m twenty-five now and Mikki is forty-five. I spent the rest of that.