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He was excited, barely able to speak coherently. It seemed he'd seen and old, abandoned farm house while working today. The owner was a friend of his boss. He'd had a quick look at it. It needed cleaning and paint and the yard was overgrown with weeds, but overall looked livable. He wanted us to look it over as well. He wolfed down his lunch, urging us to eat faster. I paid the tab while he asked the owner to let him leave his truck for an hour or two. We were soon on our way, Peter pointing out turns and arrived at the old house. From the outside, the clapboard siding showed a lot of bare wood, it was a two story house with dormer windows in what I guessed was the attic. We worked our way through the weeds, and onto the wide front porch. I had half expected the porch to be a creaking rickety disaster in the making, but it felt firm and solid. The door was not locked so we made our way inside. It had high ceilings, easily ten feet. There was a lot of dust, but no scattered trash. The first floor held a large living room with a big fireplace, a formal dining room and a huge kitchen with a walk in pantry. There was a small bathroom and a door that revealed a dark set of stairs and the slightly musty smell of an unfinished basement. Upstairs were four large bed rooms and two full bathrooms. Another door revealed stairs up to the attic and two more large rooms that could be used as bedrooms or storage. The floors and stairs were solid as well, not creaking at all. Outside was a large overgrown yard, a large shed, apparently used as a garage and an old barn housing some farm equipment. There was a big propane tank beside the shed indian and I spotted overhead power and phone lines. There were two big yard lights on tall poles. “It'd take a lot of work, but it's just what we need.” Peter said. “We couldn't afford this.” I said, “The rent alone is probably more than you and I make together.” “Nope,” said Peter, smugly, “The owner build a new house a few years ago and just wants someone to take care of this place.” He pointed across a field, to a large house and barns clustered together, probably a mile away. “He doesn't have time to keep this place up since his family outgrew it, my boss said he'd probably only charge a token rent.” Peter said in an excited rush. Every time I pushed in I felt her relax for me, and every time I pulled out she clenched so that she would come out with me. I was slow, but firm with my movements. I heard a youthful grunt. I then closed my lips around one of the delicate nubs and gave a slight tug, drawing forth a gasp of bliss. In the end she had the feeling that everything had gone well and her daughters first time had been a good one. “Oh sir, I’m sorry we got disconnected, but I didn’t know how to call you back,” she says to me in a very nervous tone. Checking her clock she was slightly confused as her mom and her boyfriend Ian were not supposed to be back from their date for at least another hour. I easily pushed the head in straight away and then just held it there. Making herself stand as upright as she could. "David...." She was talking about my erection. I slammed into her in one thrust. Her bad not knowing about the existence of these screens. I’m about to yell at her but then her eyes look up at me and her head sinks all the way down until her lips hit my knuckles. Mills remained silent pulling up to the house. A young couple... Then, horror of horrors, I saw myself squirt; little blobs of my juices were shooting up in the air, only indian a few inches, then falling back down onto my thighs and stomach. Let's Joan had Master Max fucking her ass with his massive schlong while her girlfriend Carol fucked her face with a massive strapon. She clawed at Earl’s back and thrust her hips up with his every stroke. Footprints. “Try and run and I’ll blow out you knee caps. As I leave the seat I catch the eye of a cute girl across the aisle a couple of seats behind, on the second to last row from the back. They did it to spit in the face of death. She began shaking her head as hard as she could and somehow she managed to formulate words once again. The alcohol, the music pounding just a floor below us, the atmosphere of the party… Whatever it was, I was feeling some kind of contagion as I picked up speed, fucking Nicole with as much force as I could muster.