This night was no different, except that I was fertile. Both times my husband came in me that evening were in my throat as Ben seeded me doggie style ...from behind. As normal, he kept me plugged up, hips high while I slobbered over Harold's cock. Split roasted as one of the men called it and I loved every moment of it. The advent of the day finds me sandwiched between two sleeping guys. They stir, I ask my husband if I can have Ben alone before we send him on his way. No problem. Ben and I had. I just had to see if it worked."I still wanted to kick his ass, but learned from my last experience that it would only get me hurt. "You are such a dick, sometimes," I said as I walked past him and out of my room. I thought about leaving the place, but the experience shook me severely, and I needed time to relax a little before stepping out.I sat on the sofa and tried to relax, but my memory of me as a woman kept coming back. The more I thought about it, the more I became angry and ashamed at. The closest nearby town is about 25 miles away. Wingston barely gets any visitors, and only a few people who live in the town have ever left. All the food the people eat in Wingston comes from the farms that can be found scattered across the town. The town of Wingston has a few schools, stores, and public buildings. The best thing that Wingston has to offer for the people who live there is that it has a good size public park. Wingston Park is the place where all young couples go on their first. I was mortified. What had I done? I felt your hand on my shoulder. “Ash, are you ok?” I felt like saying, “No, just leave me here to die of my embarrassment.” How would I ever be able to face you now? I turned away from you and started to get dressed. When I was done, I picked up the scarf and draped it across the mirror. You came up behind me, but didn’t touch me. “That was incredible. I got some great shots. Thanks.” I couldn’t move. Thanks? Thanks? Are you freaking kidding me? I just.