It was well past dusk and night was setting in. A fire was certainly needed. When we joined her, Vicky was sitting on a log, staring into the fire and...drinking a beer. She didn't say anything. She just handed me the tablet.Fiona sat on one side of me and Francine the other. They remained quiet while I held the tablet and hit replay. The video came up instantly. It was like watching a movie.The 'beings' were shown sitting just as I had last observed them. By drawing my finger along the bottom of. It was his very first piss experience, but it certainly would not be his last. He would learn to drink piss by the half gallon jug. He would learn to drink piss with his meals. He would lie in a bathtub and two dozen men would piss on this world famous celebrity. But all of that was in the future. I knelt down and started to jerk my dick. I grabbed his piss soaked hair and turned his face toward me. I was close. ‘Open your fucking faggot mouth and stick out your tongue!? He was still. ”“Seeing me usually means we end up in bed fucking.”“That doesn’t bother me one bit. Remember the teasing we did with us getting all hot and bothered and then something always interrupted us from fucking?”“I remember and now it doesn’t matter to you who comes in the front door, you still want to keep fucking.”“I need you, Daddy,” she sighed opening her mouth to his lips. “Please love me again.”“Ben should be doing this, not me,” he said, his hand moulding to her full breasts.“Ben is probably. Kelly did, but to be fair, his wife taught him. He covered my boobs with caresses, touches, kisses, and some dynamite tongue action, and left me panting for more. I also left scratches on his back—Janet was very understanding—and I had a really good time.At the end of the evening Wesley and I shared a shower. He made sure I got really clean, and I returned the favor. We helped each other get dressed, sort of a tradition we'd adopted to signify that the night was over. By then he was too tired.