I folded my arms and leaned against her. My right hand was under my left arm and was close to her boobs. From outside, however, my left arm covered wh...t I was doing. My hands trembled slightly as my right hand touched her boobs. This was the first time I was feeling a woman’s boobs with my hands. Her boobs were very soft and warm to touch. I slowly moved my hand under her saree. I placed my fingers gently on her nipples. I pressed her nipples down against her breast. My heart was thumping. While I was getting my lunch together I even saw a flower that looked almost exactly like a vagina, but I couldn't get my mind off the sheep. Ordinarily anything remotely sexual would have sent me back to the camp immediately for a quick session of pleasure, but while I got hard, it wasn't because of the flower. It was because of the sheep.I remembered stories I'd heard about cowboys in Montana using sheep to get off, and the more I thought about it, the more it tempted me. I was a little. It was a Quantum permdesigned for color treated hair as Martin had been dyed a soft auburnseveral weeks ago. "Your color has held up well Martin. The perm we areusing should not damage your hair at all. No worries." Martin smiledmeekly and replied, "Yes Betty all set, my wife and my friend Henry areboth excited to see how my perm comes out." Betty smiled knowingly. "Ohyes Martin I know Henry. He is a doll too. He is progressing quickly.I understand your wives plan to have both of you. Suddenly I came back to reality, as Tim said, “I think you’re ready now’, he handed me the poppers, ‘take some long hits on that’, I did as I was told, and he wasted no time positioning his cock at my hole, and started to slowly push into me, ‘oh fuck, that feels so fucking good’, I announce.He starts very slowly fucking me, occasionally pulling right out, before pushing all the way back in, whilst slowly wanking my cock. This was heaven, I was totally his, to use as he wanted, I took a few.