The young African brothers were insatiable and could fuck again in less than ten minutes. Zafra bent down and lowered my panties; I stepped out of them. For some reason, they weren’t suprised to see me. My mom and dad said goodnight and went to their tent, and Iggy left simultaneously, stopping me from talking to him. I tried to back into a stall but tripped and landed on my butt in a thick pile of hay, resting on my elbows, legs spread apart, my bald pussy glistening in the sun. “Oh, wow, that’s a lot of horny men; I mean a lot of men,” I turned red. For some reason, they weren’t suprised to see me. “You have to take your underwear off,” He said
“Seriously,” I asked. The fact I wasn’t protected didn’t faze me a bit. One of them pointed at the barn. “And what would we play?” another asked. Zafra, laying a bedroll on the stump.
