About 5’9′ tall with a build of an Athlete. Ann’s brother. John was cool and had staying power in the saddle. There wasn’t anything he wouldn�...�t try. Joy – Fiery red head with a bush to match. Freckles all over, but skin as soft as a baby’s. Small pert breasts with rosy pink nipples. Joy used to be a dancer in Brazil – that explained those long legs that wouldn’t stop. Once you got Joy started, and that wasn’t hard, she’d try anything. Mandy – Skin as black as coal, but shone like a diamond.. As my buzz intensified and mind became fuzzy, I felt myself cradling the head of each man as they suckled my breasts in succession. By the time the last man took his took shot, I realized somehow my shorts and panties had been removed, and while he suckled me, he fingered my drenched pussy. I bucked against his penetrating fingers, my pleasure building. My eyelids fluttering in anticipation of my impending orgasm.He seemed to have really big and long fingers. I opened my eyes and tried to. But if you help me work on the other girls . . . we can do it almost nightly and maybe one day include by big friend here,” I said standing up and moving closer to her face. She stared at my cock, still hidden beneath my shorts.“Wow . . . that’s big. None of us cousins have much contact with guys, so we haven’t seen a penis before.”“Let’s call it a COCK, Leslie,” I corrected her, grasping it in my hand. “Ok . . . I haven’t seen a guy’s COCK before,” she admitted, still looking at it. “Well . .. Not hard, not steady, but this was a sandy clay type road and rain was going to make this baby impassable in short order. Bouncing over the next ridge gave me a look at the same view I had been seeing for the past hour; nothing but another valley and, on the horizon, another ridge. Cracking a quick peek at the gas gauge led me to the conclusion the two cans of gas tied on back were just about what was needed for the gauge to read "full" once more. I could go no further; I had to turn around..