It was going to be a very exciting day.Gloria was at Gypsy's stall, stroking his forehead. "You ready to fuck me?" she purred. She led him out of his ...stall to the center of the barn.Already Pam had stripped, her shorts and shirt draped over a hook on the wall. She was waiting patiently, her eyes on Gypsy. "Is he hard?"Gloria grinned at her eager sister. "Why don't you look and find out?" She stroked Gypsy's mane and neck. "today, we're gonna show Pam how much fun fucking is."The muscles under. How could I abandon all that I had been? I came to realize I hadn't. Intellectually, I was still the same person, doing much the same routine. The packaging was different. The perceptions, both internal and external, were different. The emotions also were different; in part, due to the hormones. Over time, my perception on a whole was one of gain, not loss. Remember that hot fudge sundae? What if you could eat from it every day, never lose your taste for it, and never gain an ounce?Upon. The three who were examining my ass-hole with their fingers , they succeeded in penetrating their fingers up to the depth of three inches into my ass-hole. I witnessed that nails of their fingers were too sharp.The two who were raving my pussy began to fist my chut one-after-another. The Seth was dancing in joy and I used to suck his cock.My dear husband watched all that. He was proud of me.As I was able somehow to handle 6 males.I do not know how many times I was fucked exactly, but guess that. Despite my disbelief, I actually managed it, and left the bottle on the bedside cabinet. Still tired, I used the electric control to lay my bed flat and settled down to sleep.I awoke late the next morning, eight thirty. Breakfast was just being served, and I discovered the difference between NHS and private care. The food was almost edible.The doctor came on his rounds and proclaimed me fit to be let back out into the world, which complicated matters. My mobile phone was in pieces somewhere on.