Even when I mentioned my wife and I playing with other people to her, she seemed curious, but said it was something that she personally could never br...ng herself to do. Anyway...This wasn't the first time we had had Kelly over, or gone out with her with great plans, and as usual, we ended up doing more drinking than anything else, and somehow the movie never got started. We laughed, drank, dared each other to do shots, the whole nine. Both girls hate whiskey, so of course I had to make them. We took a walk around the perimeter of the grounds and into the woodlot at the back. Her property was a strip, half a mile long but just a little more than a hundred yards wide. There was a fair amount of farming that still went on but most of the people who lived in the area were professionals who had moved to the country. It seemed a single farmer—Jonesy—did all the planting and plowing for the area. Most of the larger estates still had tillable fields, unlike Donna’s twenty-acre lawn. I. Johnson’s face which she smelled and tasted and it was nice.“Now young lady how did you like that?” she asked the teen.“Oh Mrs. Johnson I never imagined that anything could be so…” Amanda’s voice trailed off as she couldn’t find the words to do justice to what she had experienced.Mrs. Johnson continued smiling though if Amanda studied her eyes she might have noticed that they remained cold and calculating but the girl was too overcome by her post orgasmic bliss to realize.“You know Amanda since. It was one of the weirdest and most pleasant things I had ever felt. They had noticed it also and said that I really reacted like the girls. I heard one of the Indians rumble thru some stuff they had lying in the tent (I couldn’t see what). Then I felt them putting something cold and greasy between my cheeks. I tensed a bit but couldn’t move away. I asked what it was they were doing because I was getting a bit afraid. They told me to keep quiet and enjoy it. At the same time I could feel them.