The blood pounding through my ears muted their voices, but their intent was clear enough. Hands pawed at my jeans, fumbling to turn me over as I tried...to scramble away. I knew I'd survive the group fuck (what's one more, right?), but I was thoroughly pissed about my clothes. I kicked up and back with one foot until I felt my heel hit the doughy stomach of whichever asshole had grabbed me first.My arms were kicked out from under me, and my body hit the ground hard. Suddenly, I knew what it felt. The story is set on "moderated" so if approved, you can add your own diverging branches as well. Hope we all get a wonderful experience, the author.All characters on this story are at least 18 years old.This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and referenced incidents are not real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.---------------------------------------------------//---------------------------------------------------------Main. I continued at the sink washing the dishes and he came very close to me, held me in both arms and said that I was a very beautiful woman and that he was always attracted to me. I wore a simple dress, which I wore to work at home, buttoned at the front.I was cold. A friend of my husband, singing at my house !!!I asked him to let me go and said it was nothing like that and he was wrong. But I confess that only him praising me was excited.He didn't give up. He came even closer to me and purposely. “You walk that horse back to the barn,” ordered Bob. He put on his hat, and mounted Ranger.“Yessir,” said the cowboy, a little glumly.Ranger was feeling feisty, and wanted to run, so Bob let him, for a mile or so. Then he pulled the big black down to a canter and went on. He’d gone two more miles when he saw dust up ahead.It was Rowdy, and Dave and Linda Ronson were with him.Both of them looked a little bedraggled, and Linda was favoring her buttocks, leaning from side to side to ease the.