The Darrows were there as well as the James. Amelia Robins whose buttocks had endured so much pain until she came to accept her role; Diana Johnson wh... must have carried the bruising from the fetters of her extended confinement for many weeks; all were there in support of their men. They all knew that they had shared similar experiences but of course all chose to keep their own personal insights to themselves. Their husbands, confident in the social accomplishments of their wives, were free to. "Where are we going?" the girl asked, her full breasts bouncing on my forearms, her buttocks firmly against my groin."You have any kin, folks you can trust?"She shook her head."Then I don't know," I said. "I've got work to do." What sort of work?" Scouting," I told her. "I'm a soldier, Maryland Line." It was the easiest way to say it although it was not true."Oh," she said, wiggling and trying to get comfortable, stirring me as she did. She hooked her feet behind my legs."Where did you live?" I. Reluctantly my partner and I parted and looked towards Mike, grinning he waved a handful of blindfolds, it seemed we were to play a giant game of blind man's bluff, the object of the game being to grope, fondle and otherwise enjoy the bodies of members of the opposite sex. I had no objection to this even though I quickly saw that if we were all blindfolded there would be a few awkward moments when male bumped into male, especially if they kissed first and groped later, nevertheless it sounded. Seeing my mother masturbate was all that it took for me to cum in Rachael again…and cum I did. I filled her and it came right out again flooding my crotch and soaking into my blue jeans. As Rachael lifted herself up I could feel where my zipper had cut into my cock.Rachael backed up and bent to suck my cock. Mom joined her and they took turns as I watched my cum drip from Rachael’s pussy onto my pant leg. Mom was closest to me so I reached out and held onto one of her breasts like she had and.