”All men were called uncles, although I knew I could never be related to some of the men I saw coming and going.“That is rule number one. Never co...plain or ask questions to an uncle. Say it with me.”We all repeated it in unison. Just as we finished, there was a knock on the door.“Come in,” said uncle.In walked 16 teenagers, all dressed in the school uniform. As they entered, they walked down the aisles between the desks and stood next to each of us.“Class, say hello to your big sister. She will. "Cindy works at the same business as Dave and Bill. I think they had something going before Cindy invited Trish and Dave to our house. They seemed like a nice enough couple and we went out with them a few times."Cindy had mentioned to them that our marriage was a bit rocky and they suggested going to the club with them. They told us it helped their relationship. Needless to say we went and eventually we swapped partners. I was unsure at first but Trish took me back to one of the rooms and I had. He began to push his finger in then pull it out, the back in again. The rhythmic motion was so exciting. He asked how it felt and all I could do was moan. I wanted more. He put more of whatever he was using on his finger and pushed it in all the way in one fast motion. I may have been nine but I was a withering mass in sexual pleasure. I never knew something could feel so good. He again asked how I felt, and all I could do was moan ever so weakly and nod my head yes. Then he asked if I wanted. “Very sexy,” I said as her piss pooled on the chair between my legs again.“Oh Good. Try this,” she responded.Suddenly I heard the sound of someone having a proper piss and a gush of her piss hit my skirt. Some forced its way through the fabric and down into my panties straight away. Some pooled in my lap and then slowly trickled down onto my sodden panties and into the same pool between my legs. Then I could hear the drip, drip as it overflowed and dripped onto the wooden floor of my dining.