Pulling off my tee shirt and dropping my pants and kicking them off, standing in cum in my stocking clad feet, I start feeding the token machine and p...ck out a movie,they really don't matter since that's not why I'm here. My eyes drift down to the glory hole and I see light flickering and a finger sticking out this is why I'm here. My eyes look down at myself, I'm wearing white stockings and a garter belt, with my white bra and bikini panties. My cock starts to stir as I feel an eye ball. " It's Cam please, Miss Niven. I'm assuming this is your first tour, so prepare yourself for a route march. I hope Marjean has properly warned you," Cam chuckled."Yes ... she has. And it's Lauren if we're going to be informal. But I am looking forward to our tour. I've read all your books and I'm a big fan, as is my family. You do what few authors can do, and that's make history really interesting." That's kind of you to say so, Lauren. There's my luggage," he said, moving to the turntable.The. " Really? And where did you develop that particular kink?" The all-girl medical college where I trained. At weekends a gang of us used to cycle to a lake and swim in the buff. Then we'd sit on the landing stage and have pee-pee competitions to see who could piss the furthest." That must have been quite a sight." The fishermen on the opposite bank thought so. Standing there with their bare torsos, just in their waders, openly jerking off while they watched us. We'd wave at them and cheer when we. If I was lucky enough to be offered seconds or called to join them and clean her or make love to her while her lover recovered it was an extra special night. On a weekend, my wife and I would have sex all morning after her lover left (they ideally had sex with her before he left). On work days, sex didn’t often happen in the morning although my wife loved (and still likes) feeling cum running out during the day. It can be pretty hectic with three people all getting ready for work at the same.