The doggy cock which had invaded my mouth was once again hanging next to my face. "Why in hell did I sucked that willingly?" I contemplated in shame.B...aze was watching our unholy union. It was like he was figuring something out. He braved himself closer and started to lick our disgusting copulation. Neither Sarge nor myself could do anything to prevent his perverted studies. I could move his tongue moving from my pussy entrance closer to my asshole. He was spreading his saliva all across my. Mrs. P placed her hands on mine, pressing them down slowly without any effort at all. She propelled herself upward, and our bodies never lost contact as she did so. Sitting perched at the edge of the lid, her bare legs were folded at the knee and her feet pressed to the side of the case. Her thighs supported my arms as her her hands found the back of my head. Gingerly, Mrs. P patted it as if checking for blood, or a raised spot, she found neither. Sobs were beginning to escape from her lips. My. Looked almost like they were hiding. I went and looked. It was Jane Pinski, the girl I'd worked with last fall. She was huddled into a space in the bales, crying. She really didn't hear me coming and her head was in her arms. I went back to Hero, took off my saddle and hooked his bridle to a ring outside his stall."Jane, when you have a minute, would you help me out?"I saw her legs twitch, and after a few moments of furious activity, she slid out of her hole and came over, her eyes mostly dry. I started a line of credit behind the bar and got the barperson to deliver the required liquor. It flowed easy enough even the designated driver had a glass. the CD’s were good company and engaging the guys asking back why what and how. The acts came and went, everybody was enjoying themselves, one of my buddies and the CD that had sat on his lap started making out, to the shouts of get a room the CD stood up and after some faint resistance led him upstairs. The buddy closest to me leant over.