She took the squash and inserted it into her pussy. I wasn't surprise how much she enjoyed it. She then told me to get between her legs and push my pu...sy over the other end of it. At first I was reluctant but Jean kept telling how good it was and how much fun it will be. I finally relented and holding the squash I slowly pushed my pussy over the squash. It was a weird feeling. She kept telling me to go deeper. I pushed until our hairy pussies met and I couldn't see the squash anymore. We slid. It was relaxed (to some extent) and involved much eye contact as we sought to regain that deep intimacy we had before the break. We did not speak of this, but our physical need for closeness spoke for us.The weather smiled on us over the whole five days with varying amounts of cloud, but an absence of the rain for which North Wales is usually famous. It was also warm for the end of October. In fact we giggled that the temperature was the same as Barcelona’s!There was again an unspoken agreement. She said yes and added: and i do everything what anybody of you tells me to do. That was the icebreaker and suddenly one of those young guys from the parking lot got his 8 inch dick out and shoved it down her throat. She was a bit shocked of the speed but finally took it as given. He rammed his dick in her throat and thrusted very hard into her slut mouth. Bena was still pissing. She massaged her clit and blow that guys cock hard. Suddenly 3 others puttheir dicks out and rubbed it while looking. (By that time, I was already married to my lovely wife). Fast forward 15 to 20 years later. I saw Dottie and her husband at the 20th class reunion. She introduced her husband (at that time) his name was Dick. I know what you are thinking…No that was really his name.Fast forward to almost a year ago: I received a letter from Dottie inviting me (and my wife Gina) to a class reunion. During our 46th class reunion and she gave me her phone number. We talked for hours over the past few.