The warmth spread all over my crotch, like it felt once when I wet myself in my knickers. 'Did you pee', I asked him, still not realising he was deep ...nside me, thinking he was on the outside.He pushed me off his lap and I felt then looked up at myself. I was pinkish red and very wet and heard him say, 'No I think you did', which made sense, as it was only coming from me and I already had a history of wetting myself, so I pulled my knickers back on as he did himself up. By then our dogs had. I imagine the hikers, three of them, all now with hard-ons as they watch me. I rub my hands over my flat stomach as I turn to face where I believe they are standing. My pussy is on fire. I need to touch myself. I drop to my knees, the wet ground soaking into my skin, and think about them walking out of the woods toward me. The first one gets to me and takes out his hard cock. No words are spoken, they are not needed. I open my mouth and swallow his huge cock. “Oh god!” My hand has finally. Some landed on her upper chest, between her breasts. Two squirts reached her chin, nose and lips, which she pressed tightly together in disgust. From there the goo slowly dribbled back onto her breasts, slowly rolling down in thick globs along their insides and over her taut belly before seeping back in between the penis and her pussy below. Not enough humiliation yet, apparently… she thought, noticing the slimy trail they left on her cleavage. Her pussy traitorously clenched again, gripping. But I don’t see anybody else here.”“Oh, that would be my late husband Antonio. That’s why I stopped by, to deliver her portrait for the exhibition.”“Portrait?”“Yes, I have it here. Could you please help me carry it in?”“Of course,” I said, taking the package from Maria’s hands, “Won’t you please come in?”“Thank you, Jon,” she said, as she took a seat in the front room of our house.“May I get you something to drink? Some white wine, perhaps?”“Yes, white wine would be fine, just one glass as I am.