She said something in German which started Dagmar chuckling, then laughing out loud, and Angie began laughing hard, too. It took Dagmar awhile to answ...r when I asked what was so funny. “Angie,” she gasped, “Angie is saying you are a very BAD boy!” Then I had a good laugh, too. We slept that night, exhausted, in a tangled heap of arms, legs — asses, pussies and breasts. Angie woke me at some point in the night by gently stroking my dick. Too tired for anything else,. “Hey! Jus’ untie her!” Zeke said loudly.“Ah, piss! Maybe I can just untie her!” Moose shouted, brushing the rust and dust from his gnarled palms.Julie shook her head in astonishment at these two crazy guys. She knew they were helping her off the horse so they could fuck her--she knew what that meant!--but somehow, she wasn’t too worried about it!She sighed as they took turns fingering the tight knots around her ankles. It wasn’t working too well. They began to fight each other, calling each. The first touch of son’s tongue on my cunt made me flinch and grunt…I was in another place…not in our kitchen…somewhere where there were stars and lightning…he licked softly at first and then licked again. It was my turn to hold his ears and pull his face into me where I needed release. For an amateur he was good at it.It was second nature to him. I opened my eyes and looked down at him…the top of his head was undulating, I saw his cock stiff as a rock and dripping but it was his breath on. I kind of wanted to hold him. Though our ages were so apart and I don't know if he would ever find that so comfortable to do.I couldn't help but notice he slipped a hand into his pocket. At just a brief moment I think I caught some lower abdomen and delicious pubes! Nah. Must have been my imagination.This old man was getting me hot and bothered. I still am not sure why he wanted me over that day besides be a shoulder to cry on. Or something anyway.That night was crazy. I couldn't believe what.