She never referred to me as her “boyfriend” though looking back, she had no other steady male companion, and we were inseparable. I remembered how...jealous I would become when she’d refer to one of her other male friends as “Joey” or “Kevy” (always a diminutive form, never “Joe” or “Kevin” and liked to watch me rage inside as she’d talk about how cute he was. I realized just then, with the knowledge of my decades-older current self that Ruth was not merely trying to get a reaction from me, or. The cosy setting was perfect for some passion and once my food was eaten I snuggled up close beside her. She was happy for some more kissing and didnt tick me off when my hands roamed under her top a little, though not onto her breasts. It was then she changed gear and took me by surprise! All of a sudden, her hand was on my crotch seeking out the growing bulge - the rules had changed! The kissing got lots more passionate and i could feel her fingers grappling with my belt buckle - being the. Pop put on the barbecue and made supper. He was polite to everybody and trying his hardest not to frighten the young boy. The munchkins went back to being ladies but young ones. Paul seemed to be comfortable now.Instead of sex games we played board games. Betts and I hammed it up and then so did the young ones. It was more natural for them. Pop felt obliged to act like he was mortally wounded every time he was trounced. Paul felt good enough to act the same when he was attacked. Mom protected. The other women laughed throwing abuse at their latest pee slut, drink it bitch taste that hot piss slag. Then they both joined in adding their own piss, Ruth along with her tiny filthy pink costume was covered in the acrid smelling and salty tasting amber liquid and much to her own disgust Ruth began to enjoy it chasing the pee with her lips, even becoming hot and excited by her own degradation, so much so when Mignon ordered her she stretched her cunt lips and began to pee on her abusers.