As we sipped our coffee she thanked me for telling her the whole story about that day in the barn. I told her no problem and I do feel much better sin...ce at last in my life trusting someone enough to be hushed mouthed enough to tell things like that which went on while living on the farm.Even as I do now this many years later to tell it in writing if that’s a thing anymore, to have finally broken my chains that have bound me and dove into finally telling my story to you readers out there.I know. “So, you like black cock?” Dan asked. “Oh yes” I started, “I’m a black cock whore” I finished saying. Both men now began to kiss me, taking turns kissing my lips, around my neck, all the while caressing my tits and cunt. First Dan sucked my tits, and then Jessie, then Dan again as Jessie drove his fingers deep into my cunt. “Looks like you like being whipped” Dan said as he finished sucking on my tits, seeing the red welt across them. “Yes’ yes” I answered, “I love the feel of a whip”. . She was smiling in a satisfied snooze. He kissed her forehead and she opened her eyes and smiled even bigger. “More?” she asked.He guided her hand to his erection and she murmured, “Mmmmm”.“Top or bottom this time?” he asked.“I feel lazy. I’ll just spread ‘em and you do what you want. I like everything you do.’She was still open and wet from his last foray into her depths. His pecker was a perfect fit and rubbed all the places she needed it too. Her tits were small compared to his wife’s, which. She lowered her sight, staring at her hands. A teardrop fell on her open hands and only then she realized she was crying, drops where blurring her sight. Jane was crying. She stared out of the window at the body left lying on the lake side, one could have said it was just sleeping. Well, maybe yes! It all had been only a bad dream, maybe! Jane should have had only to go out and get closer to the beach to see that body’s breast raise and fall following the rhythm of her breath. Feeling the small.