The shower room had six shower cubicles on the left and six toilets on the right. In the middle was a large slat timber table with seating around it. ...he cubicles don't have a little shelf to put your clothes on so I put my bag on the floor and hung my towel up on the hook.I kicked my thongs* off and slipped out of my swim suit. The water was cool and as I slipped into the stream my nipples hardened. As I washed my hair I thought I heard scuffling out in the change room. When I turned back. 50 hits was our standard number, but for this special occasion, Andy stretched it to 100. My whole body was shaking when he was done. He put his arms around me and dryfucked my ass. Before he came, he untied me and provided me with a huge facial. He rubbed the sperm all over my face and into my hair. “You are a dirty little girl. Let’s get you cleaned up. Open your mouth!” I didn’t open my mouth. “Open your mouth, I said!” I still didn’t open my mouth. He leaned forward, grabbing my jaw. I spit. I had tried to hide this mild groping from my husband – after all, we’re British and don’t like ‘scenes’ – but as I learned more about the ‘cuckold mindset’ it started to cross my mind that perhaps my husband was not as ignorant as I had imagined; perhaps he had known this was happening all along but had chosen not to intervene. Perhaps he even got a thrill out of seeing another man’s hands on his wife’s body.I was never entirely sure how to react to Tony’s attempted groping. On the one hand it. Now that we see our children love sex the way we do, it's time to try the next logical step, and it's going to require you and I to perform twice as much if everybody's going to be in on it!"Cilla was stunned to say the least. Was she hearing this correctly? The sex wasn't a problem? Did her mother know about Sam (the dog)?The prospect of doing it with her father (and maybe her mother, too) didn't hold relish with Cilla! After all, to her (and many other kids in America) parents are geezers!.