The polished steel bell tinkles out, drawing stares. It’s hard to walk. I think I might give myself away. I know you would like that, knowing others...notice how desperately horny I am. Could you imagine if I let a stranger take me in the bathroom, or worse, with the fish? I suppose the fish would mask some of my musk better than that overpowering artificial daisy-scented perfume they put in the toilets.Recycled cunt circulates under my mask as I enter the snack aisle.Biting my lower lip, a man. With his eyes closed, he could easily imagine that this was Cammy he was kissing. From the comfortable, confident way that Tara’s lips met his, to the feel of her lips on his, to the passionate way her body joined her lips in kissing him, the experience was virtually identical to what he had with Cammy. Had someone created a bunch of women clones just for him? He placed his hands on the small of her back and couldn’t help sliding them up and down the fabric of her nightgown. Her moans at his. Within fifteen minutes all of our folks were having a donut while drinking coffee.In the dawn, our two new couples came up to the patio saying "Good morning." The guys about lost their eyes staring at all the goodies being displayed by the women. All of them, including Glenda, were showing off their treasures to whoever wished to look.Joan, the heavy wife, said, "I wish I knew this was a show off party, I love to show off."Al said, "You would go around naked if you could get away with it, Joan,. He flexed it a bit to test its stiffness and gave it a couple flicks to hear it cut the wind. "This is a very good switch and would do a number on your ass slut," he said. "Y-yes Sir." Then he snapped the stick in half and handed it back to her. "Let's see how well it burns. Put it in the woodstove." "Sir?" she asked puzzled. "You heard me. Burn it. You have been punished and I believe you have learned your lesson. There is no need to go any further with it," he said. "Yes Sir," Traci walked.