When hubby got awake enough the next morning to be hard, he said my pussy was "prime". I told him I'd played around with his buds and he said, "Damn, ...I wished I could have watched, they did a good job on you." I told him that I had fun and that next time we'd get down to fucking before he got too drunk to join in.My husband is what you would call "pussy whipped". He will do whatever I ask just so he can put his pecker in me. It certainly isn't the biggest or best that has ever filled my horny. . Must be a cancer sore I thought dang it there goes thegood night kiss. I often broke out with these at key times in my life. Crap.I also noticed a tingling feeling in my chest. It was that feeling you getwhen you put Ben Gay on a sore. Kind of hot and cold at the same time.I took a shower and picked up Lisa and we started to drive to the beach andit was going great. I love cruising down the peninsula at night. We went toan incredible restaurant that served fresh fish. I felt a strange. He backed away and headed straight for the road. He was in no mood to check what happened and swore he would never return again.Before heading back to the farmhouse, Clark turned onto a long, narrow gravel road half the length of a football field that cut through the middle of a six-acre meadow towards a stand of trees. There was no house in sight from the main road, but he decided to investigate anyway.The road continued deep into the woods. The entrance was cut off by a horizontal beam set up. The smell of ball and ass sweat was strong, i opened my mouth to retort saying i had said in the ad to be clean but instead he forced his huge swollen cock half way down my throat. His 5" in he pulled out and took another run at it, 8"! I couldn't breath and was choking my throat feeling like it was torn apart, my hole was clenched my hole body tight and he held it there waiting. Waiting for what i thought and that when i heard someone behind me say "damn Roman you always know how to make a.