Ya, it feels good. He loved being in control. I was moaning and yelling so loud, that I didn’t hear my girlfriend come in. When she did though, she ...aw me tied up and bent over the couch being butt-fuck by some huge skinhead man. And she herd me telling him how much I wanted him to fuck my butthole. She left and it wouldn’t be until the next day that I found out she had caught me, when she called and broke up with me.My butthole sort of became numb as he spent a good two hour’s fucking it hard. We tossed the disc around for about an hour, some said 'break time, let's go get some thing to drink. I started to go in another direction when I heard 'hey, where you going, we headed over to the crib, come on you're welcome.' I turned and trotted over to them, we laughed and talked as we rested under a clutch of trees. I'm not sure how it started but I was soon engulfed in a passionate embraced between two of the young guys. The third was down the hall on the phone, as soon as he appeared. All the fears and worries I'd never told her because I thought she wouldn't understand. And she told me about my conception and their early married life. Funny to think of them making me outside in a field edge. We arranged to go and find the very spot."I remember the meadow sweet and there was honeysuckle. And my bottom got nettled and I was too shy to complain. And it was all so - surprising. No one had ever told me I was going to enjoy it. Well, not just enjoy it. We couldn't keep away from. ”“Flattery is given with the intent of drawing a person’s attention and is usually an exaggeration of the truth. I may exaggerate for effect on occasion but then admit to the deceit right away. I already have your attention, and I am not exaggerating.”We flirt for a little longer, but we need to get looking at the sites, so we end the call, and she comes to pick me up.When she pulls in the driveway, I am waiting outside. I hop in her car, and we say our hellos, then she asks, “What do you want.