Some time prior, on Angela’s birthday, she had come by with two friends. Angela wrestled me on my linens for a few moments while her friend’s looked on. One seemed uncomfortable and the other infatuated. The girls didn’t stay long. A few days had passed when I got a call from Bernice, the infatuated lass from a few nights prior. She wanted to come by. She was a thick farm girl, built like a tank. Just like a woman ought be. She wanted my cock and we were in bed quick, but she was fertile and required protection before giving up that sweet meat hidden behind those cow thighs.

We drove to the supermarket where we acquainted ourselves with latex friends famous for the acceptance of the wood of a horse, or was it a wooden horse? I digress. We returned with our vanquished friends and I proceeded to wage war with her Grecian cunt. After those tight light blue jeans had been stripped away alongside her big soaking panties, my face was buried in her sop. I was mesmerized by her bouncing tits and flesh, while she was hypnotized by the rhythm beaten out against her cervix. Her belly was to die for, a significant pudge that reached out to greet me. Extremely orgasmic in its sensuous touch. Such a comfortable cushion, with a frame bred to bear me.