Now the cheering was at a fever pitch. All the guys were screaming for me to sell my panties next, but the auctioneer was not playing into their hands... He announced that my sweater was the next item up for sale. Once again the bidding started. Both girls and guys were calling out numbers for my sweater. The final bid was 21 dollars. The auctioneer announced the winning bid and the girl who made the offer came forward. She paid the money and extended her hand waiting for my sweater. I was. I whispered into her, “do you want to taste me?” She replied that she didn’t think she could but it was my birthday so she would try. We switched places and I spread my legs. Stacy was very tentative but she moved down to my shaved pussy. The anticipation was incredible till she reached out with her lips and kissed my pussy. I moaned as her lips touched me. She kissed hard and then slipped her tongue into my pussy. It was so incredibly different than a man’s touch, so much softer. I started to. The first thing they did was gather firewood and start a fire in the fireplace. They had stocked up on plenty of groceries for the long night ahead. They decided to bundle up and go for a short walk down to the frozen pond. They walked the distance and just took in the view that was so breath taking no words could describe it. They held hands and started back to the cabin by this time the cabin should be very warm and pleasant. They arrived at the cabin door and he opened the door and allowed. My nylons laddered already, and with spunk stains on them as they clung to my legs. My wedge shoes had signs of cum on them, as did my hair. I knew we looked like a pair of cheap slags. Both married, both with cunts on fire and wide open from the banging they had taken from the veggies a few minutes earlier, and both loving every minute of it.We smiled at each other knowing we were in for a really good cocking, and both happy and content with our older lovers.On screen the scene was now one of.