The piston rod was hooked to an eccentric crank coming from a windmill to move the piston back and forth in the cylinder. He built this weird device o...ver a period of nearly 3 months, using handy spectators as help when he needed assistance. His biggest bottleneck had been in getting enough milk for the casein plastic, but the nursing mothers cooperated, and he finally got enough.Much to Doug's amazement, the compressor worked better than he had expected, and he could generate a respectable. ‘Well Marsha, Mrs. Brown, informed me that you didn’t wear panties again today. Not even a thong, which I was surprised about frankly.’ Marsha’s faced contorted to something between shock and anger at this while Kelly merely smiled and giggled a bit, enjoying the fact the Marsha was being exposed as being the slut Kelly supposed she was. ‘That’s ridiculous! How could Mrs. Brown even know that? What a dyke! Is she looking up my skirt or something?’ Kelly butted in at this point, offering some. Walking among the trees she could feel a slight wind blow against her breasts that made her nipples hard. She was so turned on by this and could feel herself getting wet as she walked. After awhile she sat on the ground and began to finger herself. ummmm it felt good to be outside and being naughty.After walking for quite a while in nature, Myra figured she better get back, get dressed and get home after a great day. She found her way back to where she had left her clothes and backback and was. After this I sat and watched the carnival of satyrs continue. I roused myself eventually to spank then fuck the swarthy woman. She was bent over a bench, having been well used by lust-filled men. After wetting my cock in her pussy I pushed it hard into her anus. Exhausted she grunted as I committed my final act of debauchery on her.I sat and watched as men with more stamina continued to fuck my wife. She lay on her back, the cuffs reattached behind her and her legs spread wide as she took.