"Well, it means you shouldn't steal from someone because you wouldn't want them to steal from you. You shouldn't lie to someone because you wouldn't w...nt them to lie to you. You shouldn't kill someone because you wouldn't want them to kill you." The preacher told us about lying and stealing and killing, but not for that reason." To go along with that, you should make other people feel good because you'd want them to make you feel good. That's why I don't think it is wrong for one woman to lay. I generated some kind of excuse. A ‘conference,’ I think. It really didn’t make much difference, because the more I was away, the more Sheila and her now-nine guys could play. Nine horny men … three times each … that’s at least 27 loads of spurting manhood dumped into the cum-slut I was chained to, every couple of nights. I charged up the wood-burning stove with charcoal, grease-sticks and kindling for an easy lighting and long, slow burn, just like I always did, in case the power went out in a. When their kiss had ended, Marie settled back on the couch between us, unashamed that her tits were on full view to me and our guest, and her hands continued to stroke both mine and Andy’s erections. We both stroked and fondled and kissed my wife’s topless body and we both moved our hands down to Marie’s legs and there was no resistance as we gently prized her thighs open. I grabbed one side of her skirt and Andy grabbed the other and my slutty wife lifted her arse to allow us to pull it up to. S was accompanying me and giving me all kinds of poses and boy she really looked like a model. R and G were busy with their setting up their tent. I grabbed S from behind, turned her face towards me, and placed my lips on her, pressed her lips with my lips and then my tongue started exploring her mouth and vice versa, and my hands were on her boobs pressing them over the t-shirt. S opened my zip, slid her hands under my underpants and took my tool in her hand, what a feeling it was. Suddenly I.