Pete was a nice enough guy, with big strong farmer’s hands. He was about 30 years old and so was quite a bit older, me only being 25 and still quite...innocent with men. I should have really fancied Pete but I’d never really been into men that much. One day, as I arrived at the stable, I noticed a lady in the field riding my favourite horse. She was also older than me, and I couldn’t help but see how well she filled her tight-fitting, elegant riding clothes. As she rode, I could see her large. Why have a house with a whole bedroom for a worthless girl when you can sell the house at a nice profit, get a smaller house and just make her bed down in the lounge. Nobody acknowledges her at home, and at school nobody can even remember what she looks like. Fuck it, James! She’s the walking, breathing equivalent of Harry Potter, for Christ’s sake. Dumped on time and time again by everyone in the whole fucking world!”James drew back, his eyes huge, aghast and all too aware of how upset I was. They both started to gently slide their hands up under my t-shirt while one of the guy started to kiss me on my soft lips. I reached out directly to their cocks to try and get a feeling of what I had coming. They where both stripped down to their underwear and I could feel their bulges through it. At first I happily thought that both cocks where a normal good size for me to take, but as soon as I started touching them, the European guy's (my guess) cock grew even larger and harder and I knew I. I left my legs apart for a while to make sure, and as long as they were apart, he was staring right at me. Then I put them together, and he went back to talking to Jason like I wasn't even there no more.That night I was very disturbed about what happened and couldn't sleep for thinking about how Orville had feasted his eyes on my panties. Then I thought maybe I was wrong and I had imagined it all. I would think the best of them boys until I had more evidence.The next day was one of them hot.