His tongue plunged deep into your pussy. Your groans, so audible as his tongue sent a shiver through you. Your mouth worked busily, your fingers massa...ging his balls. A finger stroked his ass. He bucked. He liked it. He liked your finger as it slid into his ass. He followed. His finger slipped into your ass. ‘Yesss’ you growled as his finger slammed in tight.‘Oh my God, Miranda, that’s so good, finger my ass’ he groaned as your finger, like his, sank in deep.Control, you had total control. He. My mouth was full of face fuckers cock, younger guys was working up and down my cock with his hot tongue and I accidentally moaned again. Monster heard and plunged. I couldn't move. My sphincter muscle was contracting and stopped him from sliding all the way in. It hurt but I couldn't say a word. Monster just hung out there slowly inching in and out until my sphincter yielded. His cock slide all the way in. I felt so full, I thought I was going to break apart. I then realized, this guy is. It had been a fairly dry summer, so far, and the coastal dirt road to and from Haldyne was hard and rocky, at the moment. Yesterday's caravan had come into town with the loss of five horseshoes and, undoubtedly, when tonight's caravan arrived, in a few hours, yet more would be needed. During the good weather of the summer, caravans travelled the road to and from Swanford almost daily. His friend, Boyle, had come over from the stables earlier in the morning to place an order for another dozen. She was giddy with the game and I could tell her heart was racing. She was probably thinking this present better be worth the work…lol. The next note took her all the way upstairs to our bedroom to a painting that was hung on our wall. It is funny how we look at things each and every day but fail to actually look at it. Had she looked at the picture earlier more closely she would have noticed the note but to my luck she hadn’t so the game was not ruined. When she opened the note it lead her.