"I'm going home. Some other fool can takemy place here in hell." "Perhaps, I might be of some assistance, Mr. Bartlett," said a voicefrom out of the s...adow. "Who's there?" "A friend, Mr. Bartlett," replied the voice. A young woman dressedin the clothes worn by the girls in that expensive saloon on the otherside of town, who couldn't have looked more out of place, came outof the shadows. "You can call me Scratch," she smiled warmly, "butI'll answer to most anything." "An odd name," George. It tickles, I said. Smiling he said, you're going to like this. I felt his hands on my butt cheeks as he spread them wider, then he licked circles around my hole. My heart beat faster and my breathing quickened. There was a feeling deep inside me growing. After a few minutes I felt something stiffer than his tongue on my butt hole. He said, take a deep breath. As I did, there was a slight sting. I felt like I was being filled inside. After a couple minutes he had his finger deep in me. It felt. Few of their community came for the rest of the meetings. They contributed information and offered assistance. Over the winter, we got to know each other. For Thanksgiving, they joined us for the meal and time together. For Christmas, we had a big celebration, They invited us to Calhoun for New Years' Eve and most of the EHG went. Charles' family and friends had cleared a motel for our use. We had a delightful time.Melissa and Ted were talking about returning to their farm at the end of. She kept cumming. He rammed his thick cock all the way in and held it inside her. She could feel his balls lurching against her clitoris. He was arching, still pushing at her ass. She kept cumming. His hands pulled her limp hips upward, his cock jerking inside her. She was impaled, held up by his hands on her hips and his cock still swelling in her cunt. She kept cumming. His prick convulsed and then she screamed in pleasure as she felt his semen pour deep, deep into her bowels, hot and thick..