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Gangbanged In The Country

... listened to Becky’s story about the car then connected gauges and instruments to various parts of the engine. Becky leaned over one side of the engine compartment and watched. He discreetly noted with interest the bulge of her ample breasts in her still partly unbuttoned blouse, her bare shapely long legs extending down beyond her brief skirt and the musculature of her calves accentuated by her stiletto heeled shoes. Eventually he reached his verdict on her car. The alternator would have to be replaced. The three of them went to the house while Rory made a number of phone calls to spare parts dealers in the nearest large town a couple of hundred kilometres away. Finally he got lucky and he used Becky’s credit card to order a replacement. Becky was disappointed though when he informed her it would be two days before the spare arrived given the infrequent courier service available in the area. Bev attempted to cheer her up by offering her accommodation with them in their spacious home; after all they had a comfortable spare guest room. Bev walked out to the car and helped Becky bring her overnight bag and some clothes on hangers back to the house. Becky was pleasantly surprised when Bev showed her to an ensuited double room in one wing of the house. Becky hung her few clothes, discarded her shoes, and joined Bev and Rory in the kitchen for lunch. Iced lemon tea for her with sandwiches sounded wonderful. It did not strike her as unusual that Rory and Bev chose plain iced tea. ...

... The two women were washing the dishes together when Becky began to feel strangely faint. Bev was most concerned and suggested a shower and lay down. Becky thought that might be a good idea too. While she didn’t feel ill the inside of her head felt strangely disjointed from the rest of her body. She quickly shed her clothing and stood under the warm shower. However the feeling did not dissipate. She dried herself. As was her tendency she examined her body in the large bathroom mirror. She was proud of her appearance and worked hard to stay in shape. Her long blond hair hung in a soft brushed mane down her back. Her breasts, large firm orbs of flesh tipped by thick brown nipples, tilted up slightly on her chest. Long muscular legs tapered down from a firm tight arse. A small blond triangle was carefully shaped on her smooth lower belly. “Yes,” she thought, “she looked okay.” If only her head didn’t feel as if it had separated from her body. Becky felt she needed to lie down. She wrapped the soft wet towel around her body, tucking it over her breasts. Just as she lay on the quilt cover of the bed Bev came into the room to see if she was all right. When Becky told her she was going to rest Bev insisted that on drawing down the covers and putting her into the bed so she could completely relax. Becky offered no resistance, not even when Bev unwound the damp towel from her body. She didn’t care that Bev could see her nakedness. Bev covered Becky with the sheet and told her to rest. ...