Our family always used our vacation to travel from where ever we lived to the East Coast to spend the summer on my Uncles’ (two uncles) farm - compl...te with lots and lots of dairy cows, a huge pig shed and some noisy, nasty chickens. Mom grew up there and always had fond memories of being barefoot and stepping in warm cow plops ... really. I still think it sounds pretty gross 60 years later. Mom passed a few years ago from her body failing due to advanced dementia. Dad, bless his heart, never. "Now you pay attention to me boy, I done asked you a question," Antwaun demanded. "Now you ask us or it is only going to get worse," he said, smiling over at the sniveling Tami."OK," the utterly defeated Tim moaned, "fuck my wife, I can't stop you." Ask us real nice, just like I was telling you" Antwaun replied, still grinning at Tami. "Please fuck my wife," Tim gasped when Toby slightly tightened his grip, "Give her some good black cock." OK boy, don't mind if we do." Antwaun replied looking. The thrusts were so hard that Jenny’s feet were lifting from the tarmac below. She was groaning now, with every brutal upward thrust.The women were turned then, Annette and Jenny alike. They were made to lean forward against the wall, their little skirts pushed up. I watched Blue Jeans kick Jenny’s legs further apart and then he loaded his slimy dick back inside her. The slap, slap, slap, sound returned, her casual lover growing the pleasure of the conquest.‘Fuck….you posh little cunt’ he. The sensation of both boys involved with me at the same created an even more intense sexual awareness. I was getting hotter, more turned on as the minutes flew by. I sensed I could have an orgasm but Sam didn't last, he heaved his ass off the floor raising me up then began to groan and convulse while he shot a liberal dose of lust into me. I felt it, I wanted it, but it was too soon, I needed him to go another couple of minutes. He relaxed to flat on his back while I rocked on him hopefully.