She took me gently, sucking me dry, cleaning me. When she pulled back, I climbed off my wife, and lifted Kelly up to kiss her. I laid back on the bed,... my breath heaving. I watched Kelly move down the bed, pushing Wendy’s legs apart. She ran her finger down out of sight, then pulled it back up, sucking it clean. ‘She’s such a trouble maker,’ Wendy chuckled. I groaned, stroking my resurgent hard-on, when I saw Kelly move her head lower and disappear between my wife’s legs. Wendy gasped, lifting. The youngest, and by far the prettiest, was a younger son of the local minister, cow-eyed and hopeful; he nearly drooled over Julie and made apologies for his dark suit, tattered linen and scuffed shoes. He was completely loyal to King George he assured us all.The third man was a farmer, the oldest son of a local landowner with a Dutch sort of name who appeared to be in his mid-twenties and said he had served in the loyal militia for the first year of the conflict before his father fell ill and. I'm sure you know, but I was a young lad and hadn't given it much thought, the first couple I saw were snogging, he was leaning towards her and I could just make out that her blouse was undone. I swung round to the next car, I couldn't see anything, it was too dark.The third car was very revealing, the driver was reclined in his seat, a girls head was bobbing up and down in his lap, I'd never had, or seen, a blowjob before, but I'd read about them and I was now watching one. My own prick was. I let out a gasp, pulling my hand away from my clit. The fingers started fucking, being pushed in as far as they could reach. I wanted to look around, but I felt embarrassed. Instead I felt my body giving in, pushing back on the fingers, begging for more. I pulled my headphones off, I was moaning louder now. I was on the edge of cumming and I think my mystery man knew it. He pulled his fingers out and spanked my arse. Hard. “I see the agency sent me a nice little slut. I'm not going to let you.