I just fingered her, very lightly at the entrance. After a while I just had to se how long her lips really was.I took them between thumb and fore-fing...er and opened them up all the way.The reached at least two centimeters and I didn't stretch them at all. Oh how I would like to have them around my stiff cock.Oh yes. My cock. I had forgotten all about it, which never had happened when I was with a woman before, then I had been all to aware of it. Almost nervously conscious of it. Now I had. It was pretty skimpy and Henry suddenly became rather bashful."What's your problem?" asked Samantha. "It's not as though I've stripped off nude like some boys I know." No," replied Henry, "it's, um, just, er, that you've, um, got some hairs sprouting from under your bikini bottom."Samantha looked down. Now it was her turn to be embarrassed and she fled back to the house. She found Henrietta and asked what she should do."What do you think, Samantha?" I haven't got to shave, have I?" No, you. .I screamed in surprise; but the tight dress around my head muffled my cries.Then the guy behind me started to pump me faster and harder. He fucked me so good; I cried and moaned with pleasure as I felt his hard cock invading me; although I was still a bit sore from the previous brutal fuck with my Boss. He finally grunted close to my ear and I felt his seed filling my womb.He moaned softly and then he withdrew his still hard dick.But my torture had not ended yet.His mate took the empty place. It was dark, and I was trying to remember where the hay-holes were, so we wouldn’t fall back down, on top of a goat or something, but we made it to the stack of bales on the front side of the barn safely. I sat Ronnie down, undid his boots and his belt just from memory alone. He had on one of those “dressy” plaid western shirts with the snaps, I felt in the dark, so “rrrrrip” off came the snap- shirt. I could once again feel his smooth chest and shoulders…. I felt down to his cock, and I.