..I...please..."The old one looked around, and his eyes stopped at a butter box (for bread)...he smiled....reached out. It was soft, half melted by th... sun. He started to play, again, with your cunt. It was swollen and glistening. No need for butter there, I thought.He was good, this old man. You worked with him, and the younger one did loosen the grip. Your arms fell down to the ground, but you still lied there, in kind of a "muslim praying position", butt up, face down. The older one guided. While doing this, I reached being me and spread my ass wide beckoning him to come over. He obliges, gets down on his knees and begins to like my hole and tongue fuck me. It drives me crazy and I want his cock again, but he isn’t done teasing me; it’s his turn to do it now. To tease me he positions his mushroom tip against the entrance to my hole. He beings slapping his tip against my hole and sticking just the tip in and out of my hole. I beg him to give me all of his cock and eventually he. Off course I did not know what I was doing so I was glad when Joy put her hand over mine and directed me to rub gently at the top of her slit where, many years later I was to discover the clit. With my hand stroking her bare cunt her face became even dreamier. She was breathing slowly and smiling at me with slightly parted lips and heavenly lidded eyes. She leaned over and whispered that I was making her tummy feel all `fluffy’. I confessed that my willy was all tingly. The rest of the morning. PART III--Contact and Commitment.I sensed his eyes boring through the dimness like lasers probing the nightand turned to meet the gaze with a smile. What I saw sent a shiver downmy spine...Tall and slim, not bulky but obviously well conditioned and fitand, when he rose and moved to join me, I knew my surrender would bewilling and complete.Introductions were made, pleasantries exchanged, while all the time, bothfelt the electricity building and the awareness that the banal chatter did littlebut.