It now had its arms stretched wide open as the woman disappeared. There was a look of anger in the gecko’s face.“My disconnect from you ... nothin... but sheer anger. My anger is back. You are gone, passed away from the cycle of death. I have no control. You are gone, and nothing can be done to bring you back.”The drawings began to change. There was anger in the standing gecko. His front feet turned into fists as he looked up at the sky above him. The dots began to radiate a red color.“I did not. Looking back on it, it all seemed like a blur from that pivotal moment. He'd made her stand like that, but holding her dress up herself, while he spanked her ass, not stopping until she was squirming and her skin bright red & emanating heat. He'd used her three times over the course of the next few hours. Each of her three holes. Starting with her cunt, which he thrust into roughly & without a condom. Not stopping until he'd emptied himself into her tightness – though careful all the while. Julie was just a plain and simple farmer’s daughter and she was there to learn some of the new modern techniques that might help make her family’s farm a bit more profitable without losing the connection to the basic need for well-grounded old fashioned hard work that helped make any farm a success.She had always liked living on a farm because she got to see at a very early age the way the domesticated animals procreated with gusto and very little consideration for their partner’s comfort or. A few times she had fondled her partner, usually through his pants, and on a couple of occasions she had opened his zipper, taken his member out and stroked it until he reached a climax, catching his spendings in a handkerchief. Even the excitement and eroticism of this had not really tempted her to go further and Rachel had never really been in danger of losing her virgin status.There was no real boyfriend at that time and the only boy that she saw much of was her friend Ron, who she grown up.