"Hey! I like this one!"Kristen sighed. "It figures. He likes the porkpie."The "porkpie" was a darker and smaller hat, and had a folded ring around the...top of the hat. The material was very soft.Lynette gave me a closer look. "With a mustache, he'd look like a jazz musician."Actually, I think that's what I liked about this particular hat!"Is this your present, dearest?" I asked my Goddess."Do you really like it? We can buy a couple and it could be like, your trademark."I didn't think I could. He stepped up to me smiled, huggedme and brought his knee up and slammed into my ballsand then thanked all of us for the good tip. Mybladder felt like it was going to explode and when wegot to the van Matt said I could relieve myself. Iwas pulling down my fly when he said no, just to letit go. I had never pissed myself, I had been pissedon but this was new and embarrassing but I had nochoice and I let go. The first drops soaked thefabric of my shorts, then it welled around my cock andbegan. "We were all seated at tables in the dining room of the lounge. I couldtell what almost every woman's personality was by the way they actedand sat. There were a few that were power drinking beer, and anoccasional shooter. Then there was a group that sat quietly in thecorner, and sipped some kind of Margarita, and talking as if the worldas we know it depended on the outcome of the conversation. Last was thegroup of pledges that were being used as waitresses for the entiregroup. I noticed that. Matt knelt near my waist and his wife reached across to stroke his cock as they kissed. He kissed her all over her face, collecting my juices off her and sharing them as they kissed on the lips again.Soon, my boyfriend’s cum slapped against my cheek and onto my lips. Moments later, Matt’s cum landed in a streak stretching from my lower stomach almost to my breasts. A few more shots of cum land across my face and body, pleasantly warm against my cool skin.I knew exactly how I felt as a result –.