My head was not laying on the table it was tilted backwards over the edge. All I could see was a cock swinging in front of my face, upside down. Someb...dy grabbed me by the legs and I felt a cock slipped into my pussy. A slight moan escaped my lips. The guy started fucking me gently. The other guy who was standing behind me, slipped his cock into my mouth and started to fuck my mouth. Because I was laying down like this, it was easy for him to slip his cock deep down my throat. The guy who was. It was a summer season. So there was a power cut (electricity) for 2 hours on every evening. We have to manage with lanterns these times. So usually that time we chat with our family member’s. Till that day, I don’t have any bad intentions for her. On the reception, she put on a red colour chudidar and salwar. Oh my God! She was looking like an angel really. That day my mind diverted. I could not get so much time to think about her on the reception as I was busy with guests. On the preceding. When Steve looked up once again after turning another page to lust over the almost naked bodies nearby he found Judy sitting on the Chaise Lounge next to his. A quick introduction and chatting briefly with Steve, she is invited for a spaghetti dinner, her favorite.After dinner Judy clued Steve in on her life story, explaining her father had been molesting her for just about as long as she could remember. Fondling her started, at perhaps, around age three. Then fingering began when she was five. I left my hair wild and messy, and my leather boots finished off my “cowgirl slut” look. Of course I hadn’t packed any panties, you know, not enough room in my bag (lol). We arrived at the stadium early to meet up with our contact and get the tickets for the floor seats. Once we entered the arena, I couldn’t get the smile off of my face. So many cowboys, snorting bulls, the whole place just felt like sex. As we sat down, the music and Introductions started. The riders were announced one by.