They exchanged pleasantries and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. He was about 60 years old and to be honest there didn’t seem to be much spare flesh...on him! He had a rugged look, was about 5’7” tall wearing jeans and a T shirt.He said to her that he assumed she wanted to see the horses, she agreed. They walked about a hundred yards down the track and there were 3 horses in a paddock. He whistled and one of them came to the gate. She stroked its nose and said how lovely they were.There was a. By then it was a bit of a free-for-all and those guys with a bit left in them lined up to fuck the “fluffers”. Just three guys I recall managed.It wasn’t really that late but everyone went home with smiles on their faces and thanked me for the night. I cleaned up the night’s detritus and climbed into bed next to a completely fucked Desley and dropped off myself. We both woke late and Desley was still totally rutted. She asked about the night again and I told her and slowly her memory of. I told her about my boyfriend, how he had insulted me saying he wanted a threesome. She laughed it off. The insult part, anyway. We left the mall and walked to her place. She told me that men want threesomes because there is nothing more beautiful than two women together. It’s innate and perfect. We were lying on the floor. The heat between us undeniable. I felt sexual in a way I’d never been before. The first thing She leaned over me and pushed my tight t-shirt up exposing my breasts. Then. When I awake I find I have washed up onto land. My boat is in pieces along the shore. I am cut and bruised, blood oozing from my open wounds. I know I am alive. The blood tells me. I stop and listen to my blood. It is the first voice I have heard in days, months, centuries. It tells me secrets about myself, things I never wanted to know. Falling to my knees I begin to cry. Only the gulls answer me. I sit and stare across the water. On some shore I cannot see across the blue waste of water lies.