She had been so drunk and horny that she had let a total stranger pour an unknown substance inside her rectum. And now she looked like… like… like... a fucking pornstar. Once she noticed how fucking gorgeous she was, she couldn't stop staring at herself.She had no tits at all, but she had some seriously wide hips and a pair of thick squeezable thighs. She turned around and gasped at the sight of her massive behind. That was a whole goddamn shelf, she could put potted plants over her butt without. He even opened a bottle of red wine to go with it although I knew he couldn't have any. I half wondered if he wanted to get me tipsy enough to sleep with him so I restricted myself to a couple of glasses. Not that I think he would have taken advantage of me. His behaviour towards both Clarrie and me had been very proper and he not made any sexual advance towards either of us but I knew our presence stimulated and aroused him. Several times now I'd noticed the tell-tale signs of his hardening. ”“Never bet against a sure thing,” Consuelo said.She looked at the beer fridge and the white enameled wood cookstove.“Antiques ... where did you find the stove?” she asked me.“That was in the garage,” I said. “The Warm Morning stokers and the beer fridge were in the bunkhouse. There’s still a bunch of old stuff out there.” I waved at the little two room shack in the north east corner of the fenced in yard.“Really?”“Wanna see?”“Sure,” Connie said.We walked over to the little house. A van was. She put a stocking-clad leg on each side of my hips and lowered herself. She came down slowly. When her pussy, which she calculated in her mind to be at the exact height of where her pussy would just be in contact with the end of my cock when held in a vertical position, she stopped.Grabbing my fully extended stick, she raised it to her entrance. After failing to put her clit in the opening to my cock several times, she sank until I could no longer see light between us.“Oh, fuck! I’ve been.