I came to a simple realization – not only did people call me cute – I called myself cute – holy shit…..Head reeling, I went out on the balcony...and looked out at the city lights. I sat down heavily on the chaise and propped my head in my hands, trying to figure how it had come to this. Problem was, my v brain had room for only one thought – sex - I decided to do something crazy, yet simple. I decided to seduce the first male I saw and use him as I wanted. The danger of course was in the. A cheerful smile welcomed us along with a pair of the prettiest breasts I have seen in my forty two years.“Hi, I’m Barbara, Call me Barb. I’m your host today. You are the Andrews, right?”“Y-Yes.” I cleared my throat and Sally elbowed me.“Yes, I’m Nick and this is Sally, my wife.”“Great! I bet you can’t wait to get out of those clothes! It’s so hot today!” She stepped from behind the counter to treat us to a view of her sweet looking ass as she adjusted the thermostat. Back behind the counter,. 'Strip, bitch!' The one growled at her. Her clothes fell to the floor. Her pale body was revealed in the merciless light of the single, unshaded light bulb. Small, firm breasts, long legs, innocent face! The leader looked her over! 'Nice ass!' he said. 'Can't wait to get my cock in that!' Her pale body looked very vulnerable against their overpowering size and blackness.The men stripped. Her eyes widened! Each man was equipped with what looked like a large, black snake! Four huge black cocks. Land ownership and property lines had no meaning or bearing on him when he was hunting turkeys, which caused him no small problems with the local game wardens.He hunted bobcats and coons only because they threatened the proliferation of his beloved turkeys. And that is where our story begins. So set back and let Mr.Buddy tell you his story."Ah Hell boy, lemme see, back round 46 or 47, Hell I doan know, we had so damn many bobcats round here that they was a-killin the turkeys off faster'n.