Everyone went sort of quiet and my beautiful wife would later say that it felt like everyone was staring at her, hoping and praying she’d say yes so...they could all finally see that body they all wanted to see – and Susan’s too. They all knew my wife had slept with at least a few guys in HS and a few more afterwards so they knew she wasn’t a prude… there had to be a shot she would go for it this time when she was both more drunk and had her panties in a bunch. With her attention focused directly. She held her head high, and stood. Pierre marveled at her strength under such a terrifying and hopeless situation. A lone female, far from any help, standing her ground, eyeing down the barrel of a rifle. ‘Take off your damn clothes!’ barked the tall man. Pierre watched as she stood silent, defiantly looking the men in the eye. With a trembling hand, she reached up to remove what was left of her tattered rags. The men drooled, enraptured by her young supple body. As she lowered the rags to. I’d just bathed and had on my nightie. Cousin Julie also had on her flimsy nightie and sat so she nudged me so our arms were as though stuck together, the little hairs standing at attention, warmth kindling higher the longer Cousin Julie sat so insistently close to me. Even when I politely scooted down the bench to make extra space, she followed suit and again our legs and arms pressed together and her hand settled on my thigh, fingers drawing slow circles and curves. I then had to see that if. ..”Her head fell back and her body tensed as her orgasm washed over her. She moaned louder and pulled her nipples harder. The silky tightness of her honey pie squeezed my shaft so hard; my balls swelled and unloaded my gooey slime, spiraling rope after rope into her orgasm.She jumped and bucked when she felt my goo splashing against her convulsing walls. I tried to hold her on my cock, but she pushed herself off and fell backward. My cock continued gushing as she frantically searched for every.