On each side there were large glory holes. I smirked wondering how many guys sucked and were sucked off where I sat. I froze as I heard the door to th... rest room open. I was hoping it was my husband checking on me but I knew that was wrong as I heard more than one man. I felt so vulnerable with my mini skirt and my panties around my ankles. Then I began to feel my body tingle. The stall to my right and left were occupied by two strangers. The man on the right must have seen my panties around my. Anne sat on Dan’s lap facing me with her skirt pulled up and didn’t make any attempt to hide her bare pussy from me. He even looked directly at me as he fingered her pussy and those beautiful hazel green eyes of his!”“Then I guess Dan is the one to fuck you after all,” Steve relented.”“I looked at the picnic table. Steve had already put two settings side by side. “I guess I should sit across from you. That way Dan can sit beside me, and Anne can sit beside you.”“I changed the table placements. Laid on my back on one of them whilst he fucked my ass then another lay on my front and fucked my pussy at the same, the third fucking my mouth and throat all at the same time.Three holes at the same time, I hadn’t had that since Ibiza.My butt was slapped and so were my tits. I was lowered onto a row of dildos that started small and got bigger along the row, the last one being bigger than Aryn’s cock and a baseball bat, but by them my pussy was so relaxed that I took them all with. The wind made me think of another favorite of my dad, performed by Patsy Cline. I asked Belle to give me a minute, grabbed my pen, and dipped it in my crystal inkwell. I wrote for about five minutes as the lyrics popped back into my head. When I finished, I handed the lyrics to “The Wayward Wind” to a very curious Belle.“That’s how it works,” I said. “Something as simple as that gust of wind triggered the idea for a song. I write down the words as they pop into my thick skull, and think up the.