“Maybe I should have married you,” Emily told me.I laughed.“I’m probably not as good in the bedroom as Tom,” I said.Emily laughed,“I don�...�t know,” she replied. “You certainly couldn’t be any worse.”“I don’t have a penis,” I replied.“That’s what strap-ons and dildos are made for,” Emily shot back. I was a bit embarrassed to admit, those items were things I had never considered or used.“Oh God, woman!” Emily declared. “You don’t know what you’re missing!”I was shocked by Emily’s very intimate and. .” started Reverend Athelstone, “that’s right. Well, this community, this village, was slowly dying. As you no doubt know, very few farmers make money hand over fist. Quite a few are wealthy in that they have lots of land, lots of equipment but most are crushed by debt. One must invest greatly in the land, in sowing and harvesting equipment, seed, fertiliser, feed and other consumables and the money to pay back those purchases comes in months, sometimes years, later. After one has paid off. The wine bottle pressed up into my pussy is driving me crazy. After so many orgasms already tonight, my body is reluctant to work up to another one but the hard cock in my ass and the wine bottle penetrating the depths of my pussy are working me into a sweat. My stranger starts to pinch my breast, I scream out in pleasure. He slides the bottle as far into my pussy as he can and places my hands on it, "Don't fucking move it, slut." I nod slightly as he places a hand on each of my breasts and. Many nights have been spent alone fantasizing about being with her, caressing her full breasts before bending her over and fucking her from behind while looking down at that perfect ass..... This all came to a head a couple of weeks ago when she had begun to flirt more openly and I had been flirting back. We had both just finished our workouts and were heading out of the gym towards our respective changing rooms when she beckoned me to follow her into the ladies changing room! I didn’t need.