Amanda huffed and I could swear I heard my friend Shelby tell Charlotte to "Shut the fuck up" and that she thought he was hot."What???" asked Charlott...e."I think he's hot! OK? He looks like a cross between Sebastian Bach and David Coverdale," said Shelby defending her statement. "I've always thought he was hot, besides 'Manda, I've seen you scoping his junk."Amanda looked redder in the face than usual, and seemed to be digging for a comeback, but the truth was written on her face. Even Charlotte. ” “All you had to do was ask,” he panted, “And from now on you don’t even have to ask. Jesus, Brenda, your snatch is tight! You ain’t cherry, are you?” “Huh uh,” I gasped, “Now shut up and fuck me.” Standing up like this buried my clit in his cock hairs, driving me wild. I knew I was gonna cum in a few seconds and wanted to stop it but wanted to cum, too, and when George squeezed my cheeks and tickled my asshole I lost it. I’m not a screamer like some women, but my moans echoed in the tiled. Did you folks feed the chickens this morning?"Marion tried to hide her face, "No, Ma'am; we forgot in our rush to come and get you."With a smile, Etta said, "No harm done. We'll feed them when we get home. I just don't want those hens thinking they are going to sit on some eggs, is all. They get ornery when they want to hatch some chicks."I said, "Etta, let's go home and get some clothes together for you and the girls, and I'll take you all home with me. We should probably stop by the. So boys," I paused as I looked them eye to eye, "are you game?" Fuck yeah" Aiden said."Count me in too," said Conner.We finished our beers quickly and headed to my place. We arrived home a little after 4:30. As expected, my wife had a salad made, cold beer ready, and the steaks marinated.For the next couple of hours both guys flirted with my wife. My wife clearly enjoyed the attention; although I was pretty sure she had no idea of my scheme. A few beers, a great meal and a drunken game of.