This time Peter lay face up on the bed, I straddled him and lowered myself onto his stiff cock, and then I felt my boss fingers pressing into my arseh...le. Soon afterwards I felt his cock head pressing against my sphincter. Probably because Peter had already fucked my arse three times he slipped into me easily. Again, the feeling was indescribably wonderful. By trying to think about filling out tax forms or washing my car or anything but what was happening to me, I managed to hang on for a few. Then she left and slammed the bedroom and front door. After that I laid down with him as we were both naked. We cuddled together for a little while in silence, Donna just stayed asleep though good timing there. But I took quite a few more peaks over at the ring.“Holy shit, what is that, 76 by now?” Mitch asked.“Maybe, what's it to you?” I asked.Then we laughed and kissed once again.“Do you mind if we just take a quick peak at Donna real quick?” Mitch asked.“Sure but you gotta get dressed. Suddenly she was face to face with the young man who had been plating basketball. “I knew I knew you from somewhere,” he said and smiled broadly. “Uh, no, I'm just visiting my, er, aunt and uncle.” “Oh. Well is Jimmy here?” “No, he went somewhere while I was out,” Deann answered bravely. “That's too bad. Hey, could I get a glass of water?” “Sure. Come on in,” she said and turned to go to the kitchen. “Have a seat and I'll be right back.” “Oh, by the way, my name is Jack.” “Hi Jack, I'm Deann.”. Right now she could really do with a bowl of that nice hot stew, but she didn’t have any cooking pots with her, nor any vegetables apart from a tato. A year ago, she would never travel this far from a base camp without the means to cook up a proper meal, but then that was before she moved to this area, and she was almost always no more than an hours walk from a camp. She needed to set up a few refuge camps again. She didn't want the do-ogs getting into any trouble, so she called them to her,.