I shivered and imagined myself impaled on stage again in that sea of fucking. Sex “I have a boyfriend,” I said, “the package was from him.” “I would think so,” he said pointing at the things in the box. A spasm of cock massaging all of me. I lifted again, poised and ready and his hips flexed, his hands on my legs, pushing them wide and against my chest. He lifted me down on the rug, was between my legs, his pants at his ankles. I was in my house dress…and nothing else, except a red hair ribbon. My eyes were closed, my body in anticipation…I felt under his shirt and then down his hips…his cock was hot, almost donkey size (thank you God) and was stiff and flexing and I was ready. I went to my veranda and looked in the yard. I went to my veranda and looked in the yard. We were all over each other now, the swing in full sway. “Unh! …UNH!” We were grunting sexing creatures, our heat boiling over us.. I was turned on by the show (and boyfriend’s finger-fucking during the animal act) and I was persuaded to go on stage and participate..
