The year was 1947 and thirty year old Eddie worked on the Sorrel Farm out near Fairview. Missus Sorrel was no prize beauty; let that be said up front....She was about thirty years old her own self and a little on the dumpy side. She was sloppy dressed in the best of times and usually very unkempt. But to Eddie she was beauty incarnate. When she walked out to the hen house to gather the eggs Eddie watched every movement her fat ass made as she waddled slowly across the yard. He imagined what it. Both were hot and sexy and loved sex. When he answered the door, he smiled seeing them. Once in the door, they both kissed him each taking turns tonguing his mouth. Then they started to undress him, kissing his skin as they uncovered it. They licked and sucked his nipples, kissed and licked his back. As they removed his pants, they grabbed his hard cock and as one sucked the cock, one sucked his balls. They then layed him on the bed tieing him downwith his legs spread wide. They kissed him from. Then I hear a buzz, then I feel it. He’s using a vibrator on my clit. “Oh” I gasp. I pant, trying not to let my body relax. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of giving me another orgasm. “No, no, no” I almost sob to myself as my body starts to tense. “Not yet my little filly” he says as he withdraws the vibrator and I come down from the edge.Then I feel a tug on my nipples. He's attached the end of a chain to each of the nipple clamps and is tugging on it. “No, please no” I beg as both. "Robin stood up and lowered her towel around her waist. "I'm glad Sheri broke the ice. It's damned hot near the fire." She then took her turn on the bottle. When she'd finished she put the bottle on the table, rather than get up.I tried not to stare too much, but how could I not at least look? Robin's tits were perfect. She was so small, the full melons on her chest seemed to defy gravity, and her pointy nipples shouted out that she was enjoying herself.Robin had an exotic look. I knew she was.