” Frosty took the offered bandanna from my hand and wiped the sweat and dust from her face. “Thanks.” "What's going on?" the commander whispered...as she dropped next to me and observed the western skyline as, one by one, seven riders ambled into view. The lead rider raised his arm, halted, and dismounted before lifting a pair of binoculars to his eyes. I froze in place like a spider in the weeds and held my breath as a stinging trickle of sweat dribbled down my forehead into my eyes. "Crap!". Don returned the favor with my ass. With a free hand he reached into his duffel and extracted a tube of slippery jell which he liberally applied to my anus. I didn’t realize how helpful this would be later on. He then inserted his middle finger and developed a rhythm synchronized with my sucking that was taking me rapidly to the edge. Just then Jim arrived. “Jim, this is Z. She is 66 and she’s here to party” Don said. I did not lift my head from Don’s. It’s Friday so she cleans in case I have someone in for the weekend. She’s a lovely full-figured lady with a husband she adores… but she doesn’t always get fulfilled at home. I can always tell when she’s horny, too… because she comes early. I don’t even remember when it was a few months back when I woke one morning and she had arrived early, undressed and climbed in bed to wake me. It was so pleasant that I lay nearly asleep enjoying what she was doing until I suddenly realized that I hadn’t. I hoped they took the thing out to shit and piss before he had an accident on the leather seats—I didn’t wanna be riding in a stinky car afterward. I really hadn’t wanted all of my women gathered out here sitting in a limo either, but after I’d grudgingly agreed to let Abby, Heather, and Stacy do so, I had no argument that held any sway with the others. I had figured that I’d be able to count on Mom’s and Sheila’s support to dissuade the girls and change their minds, but the opposite had.