So -- how about you show old Bones here to mommy and daddy's bedroom?" No!" my father cried. "Please, no ..." Frank," I heard my mother's voice say. "...ts OK." She sounded so strong, so self-possessed. Then she turned to Mr Jackson."Just don't hurt him any more OK?" Whatever you say, baby."There was a short silence, then my mother spoke."This way," she whispered.I hurried into my room as I heard them approach the stairs. I listened at the door as my dear mother, aged 43 later that year, led this. "The more I stroked his cock, the harder it got. It felt warm and throbbed when I squeezed it. I started to feel a little dizzy from all the excitement. "I have to sit down," I said. He turned with me and allowed me to find the bench on my own. My grip on his cock didn't loosen for one instant.When I looked up I saw the back of my hand and realized that I had unwittingly placed myself at eye level with his crotch. "Well, c'mon, Stacey," he said. "Let's get this material out of your hands' way. Mom too removed sheetal aunty’s saree and they both were in blouse and chaniya. They again started kissing and sucking their tongues. Sheetal aunty was kissing all over mom’s body, started from neck, to cleavage, navel and then to legs. She started upwards lifting mom’s chaniya, kissing towards thighs and reached the panty. Mom was moaning softly. Sheetal aunty removed mom’s chaniya and her white flower full wet panty was exposed. She then slowly also removed the panty and was happy to see. No privacy as guys just walked up, whipped it out, and took a piss. It was quick and easy for these guys to get in and out unlike the ladies room. I quickly got over my appreciation of why the men's room was more efficient and did what I needed to do. I dropped my shorts to my ankles, squatted over the trough, and started pissing a river. My shirt was still unbuttoned so my breasts were peeking out as I was paying more attention to not falling into the trough.I looked around as I was finishing.