They wander off.Again you hear interest behind you. Soon more hands. You know from the rear your cunt lips are fully exposed. Now you feel a hand, the... two, then three - caressing you butt cheeks. Soon a finger wanders down. You can’t tell if it that of a man or a woman. Now two fingers, maybe three. It doesn’t seem to matter anymore. The fingers are busy. It feels good. Your breath quakes. You want to close your eyes, but know you shouldn’t. Your host comes over and speaks to the owner of the. Out of politeness for the gentleman who had rescued me from a bad night in the park, I was more than willing to be polite and strip myself and find a back corner seat out of the way and listen to what my host had to offer for my spiritual welfare. I was used to seeming rooms full of naked people in prison, but this was quite different.It wasn't really even sexual, it just came over as folks wearing their 'inside clothes on the outside' was how someone later described it to me, and quite. We both glanced at the path leading to the toilets, “Do you still come here dad?” she asked and I had to be honest and tell her that I did, probably more than I should but there is something about a glory hole suck that can’t be beat.“What time are you meeting Tiff?” I asked and Lisa replied “12.30 Dad” and I looked at Doris’s clock which said 11.45 and I was wondering why we were here so early. Lisa looked up the path again and leant over and whispered in my ear, “For old times sake dad” and I. "You're going to stay home. With me." Trisha's legs got all rubbery under this assault and she sagged back against her mother.Only now did her mother release her hold on Trisha's throat, standing the girl up again on her own two feet. Constance then knelt to peel the body suit the rest of the way down and have Trisha step out of it. A shiver ran through the young woman as the relatively cool air in the room hit the rest of her hot, sweaty body.As long as she was sitting on her heels with a.