The very next moment what felt like someone trying to force a tree into her backside took her by complete surprise. She lay there slumped against the... wall, stunned and just felt what she imagined was his prick pumping in and out of her asshole, which she was worried would never close. She felt his passion and his desire as he was fucking the guilt right out of her insides. His cock was forcing itself so far inside her bowels that she had no energy to protest. He wasn’t even trying to be. “I wanna dance horn player. Play me something slow and sexy”.He picked up the slide trombone, put his lips to the mouth piece and sent out a sexy little melody into the air. The silence was broken with each note and seemed to make the night burn even hotter. She again smiled and rose off the seat and he finally caught a full view of the mysterious woman wanting to dance. She had long red hair that travelled past her shoulders and down her back. Her body was voluptuous, and full of ample curves.. ”He shouted back, “Come in, Sandra.”She came in the cabin and headed to the kitchen. He came out of the office and heard her rattling around in the kitchen. There was another knock on the back door and Glen went to it. He opened the door and was surprised to see Oliver standing there with a couple of very nice trout. Oliver had been coming over about every other week to fish since his first visit before the Metchettes left. Glen had enjoyed his visits tremendously.Oliver said, “Hello, Glen.. However, she found herself a few minutes later still cuddled with Ram Standing Fast, still lying in the wet spot of their passion, warmth and joy flowing between them. She had found that between the awkwardness of her position and the intensity of their joint release, she needed to recover for a few moments. She relaxed into the intensity of her need, her constant companion of the evening.Ashley’s attention was drawn by a girl’s voice outside. “Then I was offered by the manager to come here and.