A very sexy feminine voice softly says, “I am at the Four season, room 601. Don’t tell anyone.” Then a soft click as the phone disconnects the c...ll.I looked up at the flowing blond locks of hair subtly covering the pillow just before I turn to quietly walk out our bedroom door.I quietly silently descend the stairs. I put my loafers back on and then make my way back to my car.I reverse out the driveway and hurry to the main road. Keeping to the speed limit yet wishing I could go faster I made my. “Together!” Stacy said.“BFF fuck-buddies,” Cindy replied happily. “BFBF!”The two girls giggled and fantasized about living a luxurious, sex-filled life as independent young women, free from the rigors of school and all parental control.“Hungry?” Cindy asked, during a pause. The two friends only had a very light lunch after their pool-play.“Yeah, I could eat something in a little while - besides your pussy that is. I know! Want to order pizza and tease the delivery boy again?” Stacy. I firmly believe that my addiction to anal sex sprung from her instigation because I loved that moment of truth when my seed flowed down inside her rectal channel, and she moaned her submissive surrender to my brotherly dominance.I saw the slightly raised bum of my Canadian handler Nancy peeking out at me from under the sheet and decided it was time for her to wake up with a nice cock buried deep inside her fundament. She was still slightly wet from the night before and our orgy with the. He no longer stood casually with his friends and urinated against a handy object as he had done all through his previous boyhood. Gradually his behaviour became more circumspect as he had to stop playing and slip discreetly away behind some handy bushes or seek a proper lavatory to drop his panties and attend to the increasing duality of his urination.To address the new social order, hotels and clubs now had special function rooms with private intimate party facilities where a family could.