Der Erste, der sein Glied gewichst hatte, trat dann zu einem Mädchen, legte es auf den Tisch, spreitzte ihre Beine und schob dann sein steifes Glied ...n sie hinein. Dann wurde meine Freundin und ich ausgezogen und wir konnten und vielleicht wollten uns auch nicht wehren. Meine Freundin wurde dann ebenfalls auf den Tisch gelegt und ein anderer Mann stand zwischen ihrer Schenkel. Als man zu mir kam, wollte ich eigentlich nicht so richtig, was die Männer nur noch geiler auf mich machten. Ich wurde. In theory I could go again, but I was exhausted. Plus I couldn't stand to have anyone touch me down there. The one thing all parties had in common was that if you told a guy "No", it meant just that. Nobody was forced to do things they didn't want to do. Stories on the internet of a girl being forced to "service" a dozen guys were just that, stories. Those were not swinging parties. Swinging is a consensual thing. The "service" parties were usually male fantasies, and if there was a girl. I scurried onto my belly hoping to better see what was going on. I pulled out my pistol fearing one of those fucking anomalies had caught up to us at long last.“Someone’s coming!” I heard Cookie whisper. “There’s one on the right too.”It seemed all of my men were awake and ready for action. They’d taken up defensive positions all around our campsite, with weapons drawn and this was unusual for several reasons. First, on an average cattle drive we’d never have chosen a campsite like this one. We sat on a leather love seat, as she opened another bottle of wine. We were enjoying each other's closeness, when I turned and faced her and kissed her on the lips. It was to be a little peck, but she kissed back and, well, we soon were kissing. "I wonder when you were going to kiss me", she said in between kisses, "I was not sure", I replied in her mouth, "Anytime after we had left the restaurant would have been good", she said. I giggled sexily, as we kissed some more. Suddenly, she had a.