It turned out that they were the wives of the regiments officers and senior NCO's, all of whose husbands were away.They had, after several weeks, all ...ealised that they were bored and had got together and agreed to go out on Thursdays to relieve this problem. The times I'd seen them had all been as a result of their regular night out.There were seven of these women sat with me around a table. Our table was tucked away in one of those alcoves that old world pubs have, making it reasonably. Michael was halfway inside of her when he remembered the hymen.“Fuccccckkkk… Rose, your maidenhead!” She grunted as she continued to drive herself down further and further. “I… I broke it… doing gymnastics… one competition… I’m fine… ugh!” Michael felt his hips touch her thighs as he finished, realizing that he could feel her cervix with his tip. He grunted and pushed up against her, pushing the head of his cock up against her cervix. She moaned and hugged him to her, the feeling for both. We also bought matching lingerie. We all wore the same thing. A pair a glass platform shoes, red stockings, red lace panties and a red bra. We were dressing up like little sluts for Christmas. We dress like sluts because we are sluts. We want these men to know that they own us till they can't give us anything anymore.I bought so much lube and condoms for this orgy.The day came for our orgy. It was the last Saturday before Christmas. I was with Mary at Jessica’s place since the early afternoon,. "Mom, do you think my breasts are to saggy? Please be honest with me." Marge responded, "Well, I really can't tell since your blouse and bra hide them from view. Take your blouse and bra off and lets have a look." "Ohh Mom, I'd be too embarrassed" Marge said, "We are both girls so there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Look, I'll take my things off so that we will both be bare above the waste, OK?" Marge removed her blouse and bra and her nice, ample tits were in full view. The young woman.