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I never went back to him again, and for the next long while, I stayed focused on being with women. It was both one of the most confusing, yet most satisfying sexual experiences I had ever had. Michelle stood before the full length mirror and pussy wiggled into her yoga pants all the while cursing and muttering over and over "stupid, stupid, stupid." Then she pulled her favourite varsity sweat shirt over her 34B breasts before getting her brown hair into a tight ponytail. She threaded the ponytail through the back of the Yankees baseball cap her father bought her, when he took her to the stadium last summer, and then looked at herself in the mirror before throwing herself face down on the bed and cursing all over again. "Stupid fucking time differences,” she muttered, staring at the blank screen of her smartphone, referring to the fact that most of her sex friends from college were still in their beds back in New York, while she was stuck in England, five hours ahead in time, but years behind in many other ways. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, having just finished her senior year at college, she remembered her parents offering her the prospect of six months in England, as a gap year, while she made up her mind whether to get a job or go to graduate school. It sounded so wonderful at the time, even though her Mom couldn’t accompany her & her Dad. While Mom would miss them both, she had to stay behind for her job. Michelle was excited though, that she could actually take Chico with her, the makelove family black lab mix, and Michelle’s best friend since she was 13, as his pet passport was all up to date. What Michelle hadn't counted on though, was that her Dad’s assignment was in a rural village, and not in the midst of the London rock and punk clubs that she was envisioning. The locals all talked funny and she couldn’t get over how damned quiet everything was in the countryside. At first, the quaint, little cottage seemed idyllic, nestled in a small hamlet, looking like something out of boobs Camelot or Harry Potter. However, the reality set in that there was one pub in fun town, full of old farmers and their strapping sons, who were as thick and dense as the cows they prattled on about. It had been three months since they had been in England and the glamour had worn off. Michelle was homesick and face-timed with her Mom whenever their schedules would jive with the time difference. If there was any saving grace about this God forsaken village, it was their neighbour Julie, who had been so kind to Micelle the month before. Julie thought that was Michelle walking down the country road, about two miles away from the cottage. As she slowed down to greet her, she noticed Michelle was dressed a lot nicer than for a walk down a country road, and her face was covered in tears. “Get in love,” Julie called to Michelle, “let me drive you the rest of the way home.” Michelle was angry and in no mood to talk with anyone, but her feet were killing her, from walking almost three miles in her nicest Kenneth Cole heels. “Thank you,” she said with a sniffle, and got into the car, trying to hide her tears and bloodshot eyes. The skirt showed off a good portion of her thighs as she sat, and she pulled her sweater tighter around the silk blouse she was wearing, shivering a bit from the damp evening air. Julie knew better than to pry, having helped raise her niece when her brother-in-law and sister split, so the two rode in silence as the car bounced and jostled down the old dirt road. “Tell me what happened, dear,” Julie finally interjected, sensing the time was right to talk. “Even in England, men are jerks,” Michelle finally blurted out, blowing her nose into an overused tissue. They kissed. “I really like some physical encouragement, you know?” the woman says. “Am I correct in assuming that you enjoyed your ride tonight Ms. Marks?” Sweet revenge and maybe a bit more Easing and then thrusting harder, I was gaining a fraction pussy of an inch each time, the silky smooth walls of her anus calling me, begging me to come further in. Each thrust was rewarded with more penetration, soon I could feel my tongue poke through to the space on the other side. One reason was its hardness. With her other hand she makelove pulls me close in a hug, and shoves her hand down my pants. She looks back at me as my face is inches away from her butt. Juices dripped from her thick bush. One of the women had crafted the hand-hewn log-pillar to appear as if was growing from the railing. "I'm glad I did." “I'm cumming so hard! “I’m scared, Mr. Salvador. Pinning her to the bed almost as I felt myself getting closer. Right fun now I use it to take out my sex engine or assist me as I work on the truck. As she kissed me her hand moved up my leg to the bulge boobs in my pants. “I told you I forgave you.” I replied.