I didn't want to hear about it, but some friends told me that they even had a few drunken orgies.One friend told me of one place near Precious Corners...where there was a few farm roads and an old road which cut behind a farm and wrecking yard where some teens often went to make out and have sex. It was far enough away from the farm house and wrecking yard that nobody could see them. And, close enough to the main road you could walk to Dale Road.I spent most of the past week in Bowmanville asking. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your day, just doing the same as you. Don't worry, we're friendly!" And good looking, she thought with an immediate self reprimand, as the slim, well shaped, dark haired, sexy, thirty-year-old lay down. His friend was blond, of similar build, and both had hair long enough to cover their ears. Thank God they hadn't caught her earlier, indulging herself. Oh God, how stupid was she, on her own, naked in a field, and more turned on than she had been in years. How. I'm led across the landing, my dress tickling my thighs and rustling alluringly like autumn leaves. I begin to sweat as the enormity of it all takes hold. I'm a guy. I shouldn't be wearing sexy lingerie and a dress, I can't go outside, yet I wanted to and I felt some weird force dragging me downstairs. Stepping gracefully down the stairs was an art. I felt like some old fashioned black and white Hollywood movie star as I carefully placed each foot on a step. My skirt rustled and swayed. Hubby is supposed to protect me, but he's tied up and forced to watch!I imagine them being very rough. They would pick me up and toss me around, changing positions and fucking me hard. I'd want them to force their fat cocks into my mouth and pussy, and change places, taking turns with each hole. I'd want them to abuse me, and abuse my pussy the most. They would take turns with everything and even ram both cocks into my pussy at once. I like to think I would cum while they did this, but I'd.