Your body feels hot despite its meagre covering, and I stroke your spine with just enough pressure, gently rub your earlobes with my calloused thumbs,...touch my lips to your hot cheeks, kiss you wetly but gently on the lips.My hands behind your back expertly unclasp your thin black bra, the familiar straps falling to your sides you as I slip them from your golden shoulders. The pressure of your breasts against my chest holds the bra in place briefly, until I pull back momentarily, and the bra. ‘Are you wet’, one of his friends asked? I looked coldly at him, ‘Do you even know what it means’, I retorted, feigning annoyance? He looked flustered, he obviously did not know why a woman’s pussy got wet. Deep down I was getting off on sitting amongst them. Yes they were younger than me, but I had a thing about group sex, that’s why I had asked my b*****r to bring them over, and see what would happen. I crossed my leg and let my skirt ride a little higher, and all four looked as I did so, I. No blokes, until she'd come to Buggery, had ever shown any interest in putting their tongues to her cunt. Perhaps it was the smell of fish and piss that put them off, she wondered. But now this wonderful woman with a supermodel body was tonguing her liked she'd never been tongued before, and as she climaxed urgently, passionately, and loudly, she knew that her own reciprocation had really been clumsy and awkward. She definitely needed more practise. She collapsed in exhaustion. All the passion. Mostly they cooperated fine and the few who didn't were so outnumbered they found themselves outflanked at every balk.The rest of the day was normal. After the new bunch was responding well to leading I caught another group and put them on the snubbing trees for their first bit of education. By now I even thought the men were catching on to why the first lesson was so important.Everything seemed to be going so well I headed home after the last of the newbies were attached to the snubbing posts..