As Ellen and I were returning from a nice slow dance, Liz made her move, coming up to me and asked me to dance. Sure I said, as we walked to the clear...d living room.We were dancing "politely," that is nothing too close, when I noticed one of the men ask Ellen to dance. Looking at me for permission, I nodded, as he took her hand and led her to the dance area.As the song was winding down, Liz asked if I would care for a tour of the place."Thank you," I said and off we went.We had the obligatory. The first orgasm snuck up on Megan. One moment she was writhing in pain, furious and fearful all at once. The next moment she felt a burst of wetness shoot down her leg. For a moment time seemed to freeze and strangely all Megan could think of was, "Oh god I pissed myself, he made me piss all over our bed where are we going to sleep?" Then her vagina spasmed again and leaked another stream of fuck fluid. Then another. Megan was thrusting back on John's cock now, her heavy tits swayed from side. Her husband was in Nevada with their two boys, some urgent family matter had demanded his presence. He would be home the following night. I learned all this and a lot more from the conversation in the car. She had never done anything like this before. She took her marriage seriously but there was something else she needed. The lyrics were different but the song was the same. Married at eighteen, two children before twenty, following a husband in the Army, trying to make a home, and learning how. ’ ‘She probably knew already,’ said Valo. ‘Kids have a way of catching on to things.’ He, himself, had known everything he needed to know even before his father had sat down with him for the first lesson. ‘Not Lei,’ said Brevila, shaking her head. ‘All she ever cared to catch on to was bow-making. Don’t you remember? She was ten before she realised that for babies to be made a man’s seed had to be shot into a woman’s privates, not her mouth.’ Valo remembered. He and Brevila had had quite a.