I pulled the white, silk jersey knit tee shirt off over my head and let it slip from my fingers. Chewing on my lower lip I reached behind me and unhoo...ed my lace bra and slid the straps down my arms letting it fall onto the floor. His gaze riveted on my full, round breasts with their pertly upturned nipples. His breathing quickened a little as he reached out to pinch the erect, pink buds. He twisted them hard then cupped my breasts in his hands squeezing the firm mounds as he pressed them. Go ahead my husband told me. Can i i asked. Hell yes do it, my husband said . My husband watched me as i reach over and take a hold of the other guys cock. This was the first time i touched another mans cock since we got married. I saw that my husband was loving it and so was the other guy. There where three guys around us with there cocks out and watching us. Go ahead you can touch her if you want, my husband told the rest of the guys. It was not long before there was hands all over me and i. Stephie carried the blankets, and Emily had her jug. They turned off on a path that led through a stand of poplar trees and I saw a large, red barn standing atop a small rise.“That’s the barn,” Stephie said. “This time o’ year, nobody from the farm is coming out here. And neither Old Man Jenkins nor his sons mind us being here, neither. His wife’s an old biddy who goes to the Baptist church, and she’s always complainin’ about us kids even when we’re not doin’ nothin’ wrong.”Stephie pulled a peg. I'm surprised, but happy as I feel him kiss me back, but I note the curiosity evident in his kiss. "I missed you," I repeat quietly, "I want to make you happy... As a sort of... Christmas present." I see his smile as he asks, "oh? And what is this present?" I lick my lips then I get on my knees in front of him. My mouth perfectly in line with his crotch. I, again, see no signal from him that I should stop. I place my hands on the button of his pants and undo it. I slowly unzip, then lower them..