The farmhouse kitchen was deserted, as her uncle and his wife were obviously out working – you do forget how early and late farm work can be, especi...lly if you're just a city girl like me.We were on our second pot of tea, when we heard the kitchen door open and saw Jack, her uncle, come in for his mid-morning snack.“Ah, good morning, girls,” he said. “Late night was it? I'll have some of that, if I may,” and he helped himself to some tea from the pot. “Sounded like you were having fun, anyway,”. His thrusts were soon slow and rhythmic and I found myself rocking back and moaning to the same beat. This went on until we were both breathing heavily and were rewarded with the familiar (to me at least) sound of my own wife’s orgasm. He heard it too and took it as a sign to stop and pull out. leaving the tip just resting between my cheeks. After catching my breath, I turned my head back to look at him. He just smiled and stayed where he was. Mewing helplessly, I futilely struggled to. I smiled and replied "You too" It was true he had a beautifulsmooth dick around 8 inches in length with a lovely upward curve. He was a20 something white guy with a smile as wide as his shoulders and hauntinglybeautiful grey eyes.I leaned in and kissed him. He was respective and we started to makeout. We were kissing and groping and I don't know who started it but westarted stripping each other's clothing from each other and we drew acrowd. I drew our naked bodies out to an open space as we. I stood up and a lovely woman walked towards me and kissed me then started playing with me, she told the guys that were trying to finger me and grope me how they were doing it wrong, not that they cared. Then she kissed me again and left me for sir to throw me to the wolves.The guys brought me into the hall and took their cocks out. Sir ordered that I get on my knees and blow them. There were a lot of guys I really don’t know how many maybe sir remembers. Then there was some talk about what a.