.”“My butt?” she finished for him. “My butt is just fine, mister.”“Well, I’m relieved to hear it,” he said. “You ready for a nice co...ol dip?”She perked up. “You bet I am!” she said. She looked around. “Where?”“Stock tank,” he said. “I’ll get the windmill going and pump us a bathtub full.”It was then she saw the big gray metal tank, maybe eight feet across and two or three feet high. It was half in, and half out of the corral, and cows were already standing by it, their noses poked inside,. Slap, slap slap, skin against skin, faster , faster, harder. Angela was rocking with the movement crying out "FUCK ME" she didn't care if anyone heard. I plunged and pounded into her pussy, sweat pouring from us both, our breaths laboring the sexual tension was over whelming. Angela was crying with passion and lust as she orgasmed , my back arching as Mr Penis filled her womb with lustful cum, spurting into her pussy, my balls empting their contents.I looked down at Angela, she had her eyes. He had spent too long convincing her that she couldn’t live without him, that she couldn’t survive without him. Rather than being completely alone for this whole week, the time that she had told Mickey that she needed just for herself, she had been with him. He had spent the whole time, no doubt, convincing her that the real problem was Mickey, that without Mickey complicating everything, they would be happy. Mickey was the real problem. Hadn’t they been happy before? Get Mickey out of the. ' I looked at him as he smiled and reached out and twisted gently upon my nipples, I gasped and recoiled in shock against the wall. The tall thin one came close and kissed my lips slightly saying '...don't worry, we are gonna make you very, very happy tonight, just relax and let us do as we please...' I started to protest only to have him kiss my lips again and assure me '...relax, we've done our home work. You like to participate in sensuous sexual activities, you have certain fantasizes that.