I'm a few drinks in my self when my aunt stumbles up to me and grabs my arm. She says come on I have to go to the bathroom. I said what? Go then. She ...ays im not going into the woods at night alone. Your the man you have to protect me and make sure i dont get scared or lost. Now hurry up I have to pee bad and she dragged me into the woods with her. We went out a ways, she stopped, undid her pants real quick, and squatted. I turned around and looked the other way to give her privacy. But she. There was a loud cheer then clapping from the darkness, I was illuminated and surrounded by men, who closed in around me and began touching me, hands everywhere, on my small breasts feeling my taught nipples, many were feeling between my legs, pushing their finger inside me along side the vibrator, still embedded and now being used as they crudely pushed it up as far as they could, a finger then two replacing mine in my anus.A warm steam of sperm cascaded across my face, its pungent acrid smell. So hard, that it left red marks. She screamed and said, “Ow…. Arshad, That’s kinky!”. I would switch from quick short thrusts to slow deep ones. This was driving her so crazy, her moans became so loud that I had to place a hand on it to prevent someone from finding us here. Then I slapped her ass again and again till it was red all over, then we switched to spooning, and finally over to cowgirl. My goodness, it was so enjoyable to watch those lovely boobs go up and down while she jumped on my. Forty-something, his face had the tanned, rugged look of an outdoorsman and, as much as she could tell through the layers of clothing, the physique to match. The backs of his hands were crisscrossed with bulging veins, hinting a familiarity with manual labor. ‘I like strong hands. They show a down to earth quality in a man, someone who meets life’s challenges hands-on.’ There was no wedding band or hint of tan line. She knew married construction workers often didn’t wear rings, for safety.