Wankles! I can always..."She felt the head of his throbbing cock sliding up and down her purple lace, teasing her swelling lips."... count ..."He slid...his shaft between her plump thighs, feeling her squeeze them together onto him."... on..."Mr. Wankles whipped the fast-dampening lace to one side and spat on Daisy's ass hole."... you!" He pushed the huge helmet of his cock into her entrance and listened to her gasp. He pushed his hips back and forth a tiny bit, just letting her feel the pulsing. How come now though?" We aren't going to see any more cash money until greenup in the spring. Even then, if the cattle don't winter well, it'll be fall before we do. I guess I'd trust you more than I would my mother, you've done that well by me, so let's go digging. We'll need a pail."We went down into a small cellar that was dug under the north side of the ranch house. There was a door with strap metal hinges that just swung closed. This was where we had stored the vegetables. Sand had been. ʺIt’s almost completely closed and a little red though certainly no visible damage. Let me get you something, be right back.ʺ A minute later he came back from the bathroom with a big jar in his hand. ʺIt’s a powerful ointment for abrasions. It’s very good and it doesn’t irritate the wound or the skin. Let me apply it to your delicious rosebud.ʺ He got behind her again and used his index finger to collect a big glob. First he applied the salve on her asshole and then very gently placed some of. ” “Please.” I didn’t care that I was begging. There was a new kind of tightness gripping my balls as Justine finger-fucked my arse. She kept spitting into the slippery pit of my anus as she pumped her finger slowly in and out. My muscles loosened and then tightened, straining to push me over the edge. Suddenly the willingness of my hole to be fucked translated into movement of my hips. I found myself thrusting back on Justine’s fingers. “You want more?” “Yes. God damn it. I want your cock.”.