As his cock flopped out of my mouth I looked up at him. He looked down at me with a note of concern on his face and said “I am sorry if I made you d... something you did not want to do.” I asked him what he meant and he told me he did not intend to hold my head so tightly and force me to swallow his semen much less a load of urine. To that I responded that I love taking a man’s load and love drinking from the tap after he has orgasm-ed. He smiled and helped me to my feet. I pulled a Handy-Wipe. Julie knew how men looked at her, she knew what they all thought of when near her, what they wanted.What was she going to do, all she could do was hope it didn’t go that far … it wasn’t even her fault, she didn’t cheat on her husband, she was raped by the blacksmith and now she was being blackmailed for being raped … if she had only told her husband what had happened, “why didn’t she?” she thought, now it was too late and she was trapped.Julie was deep in thought, contemplating her fate,. . well, I guess, she can introduce herself." The new girl chewed on her lip a little, and stepped forward. She was wearing a dark blue t-shirt that was tight enough to faintly show the outline of her bra (I can't help it! You think guys don't occasionally look at a girl's chest?). "Umm..." she began, "My name's Shannon," I just about fainted. Shannon spoke softly, but the part that killed me was that she had a Scottish accent. It's hard for me to explain this properly, but I guess you could say. It wasn’t long and I orgasmed, flooding the bed; she stayed between my legs licking my wetness. After while she moved back up and fell asleep. Opa put his hand on my privates. He started to run his fingers up and down my slit. He fingers were rough but it still felt good. He stuck his finger in me. I winched, it was bigger that Oma’s, thicker and longer, but it felt better. I reached over and grabbed him. He was starting to get hard. I pumped him, as he plunged his finger in and out of me..