' she murmured. 'Wait, stay there, don't get up'. My cock shot up when I felt her gorgeous round buttocks around it and her tits pressing onto my bare...nipples. 'Max... your cock's hard'. She said nervously, sounding confused to why this might be. 'Yes, Chantelle, because you're ontop of me and I'm naked.' I said, like I was stating the obvious. 'This is too weird, you're meant to be my brother'. She said softly. I didn't say anything and just lay there in bliss, moving my other hand up from her. Once at the restaurant my wife went to ladies room while I found a table for us.It wasn’t long before he walked in, matching the de***********ion my wife had given me. I could tell he was looking around for my wife when I walked up to him and introduced myself. Just about then my wife walked up to us and he gave her a hug and we sat down. I suggested to him that we go back to same parking lot so they could play while I kept a lookout.Once in the parking lot we picked out the darkest corner. Those that did release their pee were allowed full orgasms inside that hot twat. They were congratulated and quizzed again before being sent away with the promise of a special reward event in the near future. I got lots of video for us to pore over and correlate with the memoirs that Melanie made of her observations immediately after each subject interaction. I’d improved the questionnaire too.It took a few weeks before the rest of them were able to accomplish the task. The promised special. We were standing on the balcony watching small waves washing up on the shore, it was warm, moonbeams were catching the tops of the waves, it looked like dancing lights on the ocean. There were still a few bathers, most of them nude. As we studied the scene below Beryl asked, “Can we open the bottle?” She had already helped drain three bottles of good Portuguese wine but I didn’t hesitate, or question her sobriety, “You’re getting a taste for good wine?”“Yeah, can I have another glass?” I.