I panic and squirm than scream his name and for him to get off. He’s smart enough to understand his own name, but that’s as far as his intelligenc... can go sometimes, other times he’ll just ignore everything. I go to crawl forward but can’t, he has me completely pinned down, just like he does with the goats, so I try to push him off - no luck. I don’t even budge, I’m only one-hundred pounds.A few seconds later I feel something slide past my panties, feel something wet touch my clit then. You suppose a hat and sunglasses will suffice (or a ski-mask if you're feeling extra creepy-pervy that night), and tell him yes, following up by asking if you can have a copy, and are surprised when he says "yes, of course!" You honestly can't believe this is really happening.In one of his last emails Josh lays down some ground rules regarding what will be allowed and what won't be allowed. You are again surprised, the list is so short; no slapping or hitting (spanking with hands is alright),. I looked down and noticed the wet spot forming on the bed from the mixture of our juices. I continued to thrust harder and faster into her as I watched her ass jiggle with the impacts of my hips with hers, and listened to the increasing moans coming from her which where muffled from being buried in the pillows. After several minutes of continued pounding I could feel both of us approaching climax. Before I had a chance to speak I felt her contract around me as she let out several loud cries. Unbelievably there, sitting at the wooden picnic table were two gorgeous young guys. We looked at one another in disbelief and then Betty spoke up."Did you guys call us?"The taller one of the two stood up and gestured at us. He had a full beard and moustache - just Betty's type and waved us towards him. "We did indeed - come share our wine."I knew the accent in an instant. French Canadian! I was hooked. I was quite the linguist as a high school student - fluent in French and able to hold my own.