The thought was pleasant but I didn't want to get all scratched up in the hayloft when I knew I was going to get some later. Shep persisted until I wa... thinking about it non-stop. A quickie wouldn't hurt and would feel pretty good. So I pulled a couple of burlap grain bags from a pile scattering small mice from their home. Using the bags as cushions for my knees, I pulled my pants down and off one leg then presented myself on hands and knees to my horny dog. He buried that cold nose in my pussy. I was not sure if she was scared or I made her feel wanted. We stepped into the living room and some dip shit was sitting on a recliner watching television. "That’s my husband," Debbie said, pointing to him. "This is my friend," she added, pointing to me. "I’m gonna go change into something comfortable, beers is in the fridge."I walked into the kitchen, got a beer and walked to the couch. I set down and waited. This guy never even looked at me. 'Wonder what she sees in him?' I thought to. Gina told me she had bet him that I could deep throat the whole thing. Part of me just wanted to cover up and hide. I'm sure no prude but a stranger staring at me with such a cock unnerved part of me. However, the rest of me was so aroused it was all I could do not to beg him for it.I had not realized I was staring until I felt Gina’s breasts press into my back, whispering in my ear, "Get on your knees. Crawl to him and win me that bet!” Before I realized it I was doing it. As I was crawling to. Because of the normal and obvious reasons, all of this is very hush hush.I will say that my wife has begun talking about ME fucking HER sister more than once. On the most recent occasion, she said, "Don't balk though. You shouldn't rule it out. What if something ever happened to me, and also to her husband? I would want you to be taken care of, and her as well. That might be the perfect answer in that situation. Seriously." She told me this, and I couldn't believe that she was basically.