On March 12, 2010 at the Garner ranch. BYOB!" Brad's Birthday Bash," Ann repeated sourly. "You would think that even idiots like them could come up wi...th something better than a three word alliteration. Let's see: Brad's Banal Birthday Bash. Bring brewskis before bareback backdoor boffing begins."With a grin, Terri added, "Bountiful brindle bovine bottoms breached briskly by barn! Banzai!"Ann raised an eyebrow. "First you quote a cartoon chicken and now you're making insinuations of bestiality. I decided to take a stand. Ripping Maria's red panties from my face, Istormed, or stumbled back into the sitting room. I was about to launch intoa tirade when I heard Maria's gentle cough. Automatically I curtseyed tothe room. I turned to Annabelle. "Good afternoon, Miss Annabelle, how mayI serve..."I checked myself, turning to Rosie. "Right Rosie Marchant, this ends now.It's been a bit of fun, but the time has come for your little friends toleave. You and I are going to have a serious. Then the great sense of relief as he pulled the dildo out, my cunt was pulsating and leaking .. “dirty slut” .. he wiped my cheeks and squeezed more lube into my sloppy cunt.Picking up a plug he coated it with lube, slowly pushing it into my cunt then gave the inflatable plug a few quick pumps to secure it inside me, the pump mechanism dangling like a tail .. he waited for a while before giving it another 3 pumps, the pressure inside and the erotic pain of my stretched hole .. my cunt was on. When the farmer died his kids sold the land and it was turned into a housing development. Anyway, I sat down on the thick trunk of a fallen tree and waited. Harold’s car's lights lit the road as it made its way slowly towards me. He stopped a couple times, trying to find the entrance, before finding the right one. When he found it, Harold turned into the drive and then right again to park parallel to the row of trees. That brought his car right next to where I was sitting, hidden by the trees.