“Men are conditioned from the time they’re young that being ‘macho’ is somehow a good thing. Well, I’m here to tell you that holding all tha... emotion in will kill you. Emotionally. Spiritually. And, I’m sure Jessica will agree, physically. The other thing you need to know is that WE need you to understand OUR emotions. When my husband died, the most important thing anyone did for me was hold me and just let me cry. No platitudes. No attempts to sooth me. No attempts to get me to stop crying.. I stayed astride him for quite a while as I knew he like looking up me, then I took off the dress and tossed it aside. Then I leant forward and unclipped the bar, letting it fall to the floor, and stepped back a little so I could dangle my tits just above his face. That went down well. I wanted to continue the thrill so changed position again, planting a foot each side of his head again, but I faced his feet this time. Then I squatted down so my panty gusset was stretched just inches from his. I was telling him how good he felt, holding me against his body. My nipples were so hard, touching his skin.’ He looked at me and said, ‘Why don’t we go in the bedroom?’ Judy kept talking, ‘There was enough light to see each other, coming from the bathroom hallway. When we got in the bedroom, I unbuttoned his pants and he laid back on the bed. I pulled his pants and his shorts off and I took my Levi’s off, we were both nude. Kevin must of had a good eight inches. I spread his legs apart and put. Hands pulled my jeans and knickers off, and within a minute I was totally naked. I was about to be gangbanged for the second time in three days. I was going to let all these guys fuck me again, and even though I felt incredibly guilty, I desperately wanted their cocks inside me. It was the middle of the week and no one else was in the campground, so the guys carried me over to a wooden table, that was just a few metres away. One of the guys, very considerately, placed a sleeping bag on the.