The two women surprised Maranda when they came up and volunteered to help fuck the crowd. The only condition was that they got to piss on the cock bef...re it went in them. Response was overwhelming and Maranda said that she would require that also. There were a lot of eager men and busy women for the next couple of hours.Maranda didn’t know what the other women were doing, but she was only too aware of how eager we all are to have our worth affirmed. She praised every man who she shared her body. In came my mum to see what the noise was about. Although we had blankets over us it was probably very clear from our positions what we were doing. We both got a stern telling off.We never played our little game after that. I think we both knew it was something that we shouldn’t be doing even though we both enjoyed it. The funny thing is we never actually touched or even look at each other cocks and certainly never talked about it – even in adulthood. But I never forgot the sensation and longed. . wait, who does valet driving with a VAN?“I hear that a lot, mostly because I’m loaded,” I shrugged, “you are?”“Marten De Groot. Nice to meet you. That’s Marten with ‘e,’ not with an ‘i.’ I’m Belgian, Flemish to be precise. My wife, Nicole, is a Walloon, a Francophone Belgian. Hence part of why we’re here in America. Nobody here gives a crap about the old feuds that way. Our lovely daughter, Anne-Marie, is really going to love you, I can just tell. She’s ... sorta our ... Mistress, as in. Then, spreading her legs until they were shoulder width apart, she stood with the soft fabric of her panties on full display.The headmaster reached out his hand, and Sarah bit down on her lips as his touch trailed up the inside of her thighs. Little by little, his fingers moved closer until they hovered at last over the mound of her most intimate place. She shivered as she waited for him to continue. Every instinct told her to close her legs against the intrusion, but she had little choice.