Our marriage was in a desperate situation both at the bank and in bed. An Aunt of mine passed away in Alabama and me being her only next of kin I was ...left a small farm in her estate. It was a chance of a new start. We moved to the small remote farming town isolated in the bowels of Alabama.I managed to get a low paying job in sales which meant being on the road a lot, hotel nights away, achieving budgets and reaching targets. My wife, Debbie, got a job as a bookkeeper at the local grain. When I said she was gone, he rejoiced and said that I would have been more for him. Great optimist, I thought. We started dancing and this time I relaxed more. I felt that the dude had a very big back, which excites me in men. For 1-2 hours we danced, talked, went on air. At one point while we were dancing he tried to kiss me, I got hit. A little while later I kissed him. It was late and we decided to go. He said he was very pleased with me and invited me to them. I told him directly that I. I darted back down the stairs, the loud thudding echoing before me as I held the jewel case with the disc in it in my hand. I hit the ground floor and grinned at the sight of the stripping girls. They were already topless, their breasts out.I couldn't help but admire the firm, youthful titties of my three friends. Courtney, despite being the oldest at nineteen and a year ahead of us, had breasts as small as mine. Firm, proud tits that thrust before her topped by nipples.“Hey,” she said, her. Please do it now,” she begged. But when I merely continued what I was doing she realized what I wanted her to do and cried out, “Oh! Oh god...fuck my asshole! Pull down my panties ...and put your cock up my ass!” Then, when I only continued, she screamed, “PLEASE! PLEASE PULL DOWN MY PANTIES AND FUCK MY ASSHOLE!” I could hardly resist such a genteel invitation, so I helped her to stand up then stood up myself and took pictures while I allowed her to kneel and pull down my pants and.