Black, no; red, no; pink, not quite; white, yes white! How much more innocent a color than white? She loosely tied the robe around her waist. She step...ed into a pair of silver heels and went out into the kitchen. It was almost noon and the quiche was finished. She took it out to cool and got out two plates and set the table. She still had time, so she went into the living room to sit and wait for her boys. Within minutes she saw his car pull in the driveway. Let the games begin, she thought. This man was in his late fifties, well dressed, quietly spoken and extremely polite, travelling salesman, and he had stayed with us many years back, long before I was born, knew mummy and Jilly, but flattered me, I guess my wide-eyed doe expression told him all he needed to know about me.Our cook, old Mrs Beatie, knew of him, 'A salesman', she confirmed, 'a ladies man, very popular with the ladies', she repeated, then in a whisper she lent across to me, 'Sells those ladies things'.I laughed at. It was hard to find anyone in the room, who were not official registered bidders sitting in the bidders restricted area, who were not involved in either performing some sexual act or on the receiving end of one being performed on them, except for three husbands and their wives who were hanging back in the back of the audience observing the auction and the wild scene of sexual frenzy in wide-eyed amazement. (They were the invited guests of this year's Cherry Harvest organizer and it was their. It’s no big deal, watch!”A few seconds passed and a heavy steam of urine shot out between my best friend’s legs. The fluid stopped and started as her attendants fingers thrust in and out of her ass. It was fascinating to watch. “See? Feels so good to just let go,” Hannah said. Feeling strangely turned on I shook off my shyness and squatted. I took a deep breath to relax and let go. While not as strong as Hannah’s stream, pee trickled out of me. Once I got started it was easier and I was able.