“You look really cute in that set, Julia.”“Your things make me feel real good. Sort of sexy, you know?” I know. “Maybe it’s because your b...a touches me, like not just on my nipples, especially when I’m putting it on, in places a t-shirt doesn’t. And the panties hold me differently from my boxers.”He’s quiet for a moment. “Like I’m someone else or something. Like I’m outside my body.” He shakes his head. “OK, that doesn’t make sense. It makes me feel things I don’t feel otherwise, and I like. My titties were being rubbed raw atop the rough bark of the log as the dog jerked and jumped on top of me. His seventy or eighty pounds of weight crushed down against my back, squashing my titties and tender nipples against the jagged edges of the wood.He pumped furiously as I wiggled against their hold. I stopped fighting against the hopeless odds ad lay there unresisting as he finished up his fucking by spewing the gooey white contents of his fuck ball into my guts.He dismounted and another. I push violently on the wad of panties forced in her asshole, playing with her stupid body. I look around at the many people in their seats, frozen, oblivious as I thrust at will into this girl that sat in front of me. I take it all in, the sights and smells and the unbelievably great situation I find myself in. Squelching sounds and slapping of thighs against asscheeks.She keeps sliding down lower into the splits, now completely like a frog, her pussy flush with the floor. I reposition myself,. As I sat there, someone took the seat next to me. I did not look up, but wondered, with all the available seats why someone would take a seat right next to me. I kept rubbing gaining a little warmth in my freezing bones. Then I heard a voice say, “Young man are you okay?” I looked up, and saw sitting next to me a very distinguished looking man, and responded, “Yes sir.” “I don’t want to intrude, but you seem to be in some stress,” he said. Without thinking I poured out, “I’m cold and hungry,.