"Come inside with us!" Pat requested, and turned toward the house. He led the women through the house to the area where the washer / dryer was located...."This machine washes and then dries the clothes," he told them pointing at the washer / dryer."A ... a machine that washes and dries clothes??" Shannon and Sheena asked in shock."Really?" Clare and Cathleen added."Yes. We'll show you how to use it later. Let's eat lunch now, and then we'll start plowing," Pat told them."Yes! We want to see how. His hand slid downward. It stopped at her ass. Carla let it rest there. It was the least she could do. She had already done everything she could to get him to take her to the convention. She had written papers, done research, sat in the front row of his class, not wearing panties of course, and crossed and uncrossed her legs to give him a good view of her sweet spot. It was all for politics. Politics! Carla just loved politics. The whole idea of it, the being at the center of power, getting to. Once he eased the head past my sphincter he gave a hard push and drove it in all the way to his balls. It hurt so badly that I thought he was going to split me in half. Still moaning, he told me that I was so tight. I told him to hold on, to please be gentle with me. He pulled out all the way to my sphincter. That felt amazing. Then quickly he pushed back in and this time his whole seven inches where all the way to my bowels. I remember how painful and how good it felt both at the same time.. She was beginning to have fun now and knew that she was turning on both the salesman and me. She did not even attempt to keep her legs together this time and the wide-eyed young salesman's eyes nearly bugged out as he caught the full view of my wife's pussy in her crotchless panties.Once she was up, she walked to the mirror as both of us watched her ass undulate with each step."Wow! I really like these. Honey what do you think?"I swallowed hard and replied, "They make your legs look even more.