Out of instinct, I glanced around for a urinal to use. The designers of the women’s restroom neglected to install plumbing for men, of course. Until...I learned the practices and customs of my new home, situational awareness demanded I be more mindful of my surroundings. Looking for urinals in a women’s bathroom equaled a major brain fart.My voyeuristic presence in the shower room remained unnoticed by the ladies, so I took the opportunity to watch and relax as the sisters frolicked under clouds. She made to love those cocks like a woman possessed.The guys were getting vocal now, encouraging and complimenting my wife; what a fine cocksucker she was and the like. Jennifer just moaned loudly. I sat on the couch and jerked off."I told you she was great cocksucker. My little slut has been trained to please a man. She's a fuck toy, aren't you slave?"Jennifer stopped long enough to offer; "Yes sir, you have taught me well, I am grateful to be the slave of such a fine and patient master." She. I stroked my cock to erection then went out and walked slowly along the path. Rounding a bend in the path, I came face to face with two young women. They stopped dead and after their initial surprise, they burst out laughing. I was trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear as I gently stroked my cock in front of them. They continued to laugh and call out comments. When one of them advanced towards me, I took fright and ran back to the toilet.Before getting dressed I needed to piss so I. On the folds anyway... “Impressive.” Surprise was heard to say.“Let me collect my things ... Charles! No ... you can let him through ... he’s my driver and partner in crime ... and he has my clothes.”“Surprise?” Junior looked up from the delicate chore of refolding the goat skin pilots license. “Your clothes are in that Van?”At the nod... “I AM glad I brought the Goose. She’ll haul ‘em. I think.”“Junior ... Charles. Charles ... Junior. Charles ... clothes ... in that.” I gestured at the.