Somewhere in the middle of the night I was convinced I was relaxing in a hot tub, with the warm water roiling thickly around me, the bubble jets makin...g my cock throb while faceless people wandered nearby from some kind of party. I started humping the water, then a voice said “Let me take care of that” and a mouth descended over my erection, fingers stroking between my thighs.I rolled my head back and blinked a few times, as the sky above me blurred and became the ceiling of the bedroom. My cock. "Uh, is anyone squeamish enough that the thought of butchering is just too much?"Two hands went up; surprisingly enough from the same group of boys that had claimed to raise livestock."Alright then," Bryan said. "Follow me and you will all see what we are after."He opened the door to the overstuffed, overheated classroom and headed down the hall. As many doors and windows as was possible were open and there was a stiff breeze running blowing down the hall. As they stepped into It the group gave. (Bridesmaids, yes, sometimes. Usually the bride has picked out bridesmaid dresses that look ugly on some of the poor girls. I, of course, do my best to make them feel attractive.) But I have gotten blow jobs from brides. Helps their nerves to suck on something, I guess. Like my dick. Actually, maybe they are also feeling like they won't have sex with anyone but their husband as long as they are married. Last fling sort of thing.The other big part of my business is teen girls getting. Dave places his big left hand at the base of her throat and pushes her up against the hay pile once again. The hay feels rough and exciting against her bare skin, and she loves his rough handling. So strong; she looks forward to what he wants next. “Don’t move,” he says “this will take only a moment."Carri watches him as he walks naked across the loft to where some horse tack is stored on the wall. He glances back at her as she slides her hands up over her breasts and caresses her left calf.