On the ride home she asked why I let the men touch herand I said because she did nothing to stop them, andshe even seemed to like their touches. So I ...asked herwhy she let the men touch her, she shyly said she didlike it, and when she had three hands all stroking hernipples and tits she had one of her deepest orgasms. SoI asked her when we go again do you want me to stop themen from touching you and she said no.It was almost chaos the next time we went. Rita was soready for the night she had me. A health nut with a great body 5 foot 6 125 pounds small but pert tits that she was proud of. She loved her new town. She worked in the city, but, it was a short drive to the country where she loved to hike in the woods. It was secluded and sometimes she could walk among the trees and never see or hear another soul, maybe pass a deer. There were plenty of hiking and walking trails and she loved to climb the rocks and be alone after a week of stress at her job.Her boss gave her a day off during. " Oh yeah? What the fuck are you going to do about it? You going to toss me out of the house? Well please fucking do! The sooner I get out of this fucking place the happier I will be. What do you fucking think about that?"Yolanda reached across the table and slapped my face. "You go to your room right now and we will see what your father has to say when he gets home."I was going to say, "Fuck you" and leave the house, but then I decided that it was time that I had it out with my father. I was. But whatever they did or didn't feel they certainly felt it, especially in my favourite vulnerable spot, the testicles.While I was so occupied, the first one, the one with the mouth, moved forward, that is until Anne pulled him by the hair in her direction. Then she made the mistake of trying to do the same as me. The punk was able to avoid Anne's futile attempts and punch her in the stomach before grabbing hold of her breasts as she bent forward slightly with the pain. To me it seemed like the.