I spent the evening reading and watching television and they arrived home around midnight, both of them showing signs of having had a few drinks altho...gh they were not drunk but giggling a lot. Obviously not ready for the evening to end yet Pete insisted on opening a bottle of wine and my staying to share a glass with them. Cathy said she was just going to slip in to something more comfortable and Pete made some comment which I didn’t catch but made her giggle again. Five minutes later Cathy. With a knife he cut the carcasses into chunks that would probably confuse someone who thought they were chicken, but was easily recognizable around their kitchen table. He pulled a flat pan of home-made breading out of the freezer and rolled each damp piece of rabbit in it, setting the breaded pieces on a cookie sheet until the time came for them to be dumped in the frying pan.He prepared a salad from the greens and lettuce that he had pulled from the greenhouse, then put some potatoes on to. "WELL? Is it" "I don't know man". I was tucked pretty well. He then takes my hose and rips them,tearing a big hole in them and then pulls my cock out from inside my panties. "Hell yeah...I told you". "Well there is only one reason a whore like this comes down here" I never say a word,I can't let them know that this turns me on. One of the black guys unzips his [pants and pulls his cock out and grabs me by the back of the head and forces me down on it. I resist at first,but this only angers him. "Shit! Why have I woken up?" she sighed in a half-awakened state of mind, "All the man cum was about to flood out and I missed it!" She closed her eyes again and re-imagined the curved cock of Darren inside her, whether or not it was that shape was immaterial, it was the thoughts in her mind that mattered right now as her hand reached down and rested upon her gender. She was wet, very wet. The simple fact was that the two young men staying the weekend with her and Mike had allowed her thoughts.