She had been so involved with the intensity of her pain that she never heard the gunshots, so she had no idea why the torture had stopped.Peevy couldn...'t resist adding a bit of mental torture to the physical. He said, "Susan, listen ta me. Did you hear them gunshots a minute ago?" No... No" That was my men shootin' at yer friend, Caleb Jackson. Think of this: if he dies, it will be because of ya. He's here ta rescue ya from yer own stupidity. But he don't stand a chance. We're gonna kill 'im. I. They’d finished early that day so he’d text my wife on the off chance of getting the deed sorted. He hadn’t told her about them, that’s why she hadn’t told me, but let’s be honest, neither of us would have said no. When Tom had turned up with two eager new cocks looking to do her, she hadn’t really wanted to say no. Maybe she thought they’d be finished before I got home, well one way or another here they were, all still hard at it. I asked them If they would mind me taking some pics of my wife. I fondled her very pert and jaunty breasts, I got fingers down to her clitoris and finally, as she neared her climax, I was able to pull her forwards enough to reach around her and get a finger against her anus. I was not expecting her reaction, she reached behind her to hold my wrist firmly, and then she drove herself backwards as she pulled my hand towards her. She had deliberately impaled herself on my finger.I helped as much as I could to get all of the finger inside her, but before I could. ” “It would do you good if you always got up early, come with me to the dairy.” In five minutes aunt and I were there. Lord, how Pender looked when she saw us together!Aunt took pleasure in her farm. Every morning if well she walked down to it, saw how many eggs had been laid, and if butter-making, etc., went on rightly. Pender attended, whilst aunt with spectacles on was looking at the cream-pans, and asking questions, I looking as if deeply interested in the matter, was pinching Pender’s bum.