Julie looked at the sand. She knew 126 dollars had been the repair cost for the flash. Demurely she said, “It's a 126, because that is what I owe.�... She bit her lip. She was not comfortable with this, but she knew she would not refuse Tom. Why could he not be more open about these things beforehand? The idea of having sex with another man was not bad; she had fantasized about it quite often recently. But being paid, like a streetwalker, was a step further than she had ever considered. She looked. We laughed, and continued to chat for five minutes, all very mundane topics before we both got back to work. At four pm I went to the barn and Debra arrived ten minutes later looking fabulous in a black cocktail dress and very fuckable. “Look at you,” she said. “I can’t believe how much you have changed since our last meeting.” “I was getting to be forty. I thought I had better make an effort while I still could.” I said, not bothering to mention it was her daughter that had brought it all. I was in shock. It hurt, but it was also awesomely pleasurable! Two cocks in my well stretched ass at once! Mr Well Hung, grasping my waist with both hands was now driving deep into me. And Mr. Eight Inch played with my nipples and pumped up as much as he could although it was difficult from the position that he was in. After a few seconds I could feel Mr Well Hung’s cock eject a large load into my ass and I could feel his engorged head pulse as it drained. Mr. Eight Inch was next as his cock. He gripped them hard, using them as leverage to pull her back into him as he thrust forward again and again, driving his cock as deeply into her as it would go with each stroke. “OH! YES! OH! MY! GOD!” she cried with each stroke, “GONNA! CUM! OH! AAAHHHH!!!” she cried as she came, harder than ever. Mark continued thrusting in and out of her pussy as she came, and all she could do was grip the bed sheets in her fists and grip his cock with her pussy as he pounded her. “Aaahh…one…..” she panted,.