And we both love the kids.Megan walked out on the deck joining us in the moon light. She had slipped on a short terry cloth rob that barely covered he... firm plump ass. Martin hugged her and let her slide between us. Megan said. “Oh, look there are lights coming up the drive. Peter must be home.” Megan ran to the front bedroom so she could see down into the parking area. She ran back to tell us Peter had a girl with him. Martin and I slipped into sweats and went down stairs to meet Peter’s girl.. Instead I took my clothes and toilet articles to the shower room. In the women's shower there was a wall with eight shower heads on the wall. It was like the showers in a high school gym's dressing room. The difference was there were three quarter walls between the heads. Those little partitions gave the illusion of privacy. I took the quick shower then went out to dress in the locker room environment. I swear it was like being back in high school.There were half a dozen toilet stalls. I used. Distantly, she heard a buzzer go off, and was puzzled at that.Suddenly Annette heard activity outside her stall. The outer door opened with a squeak, and someone entered the room. She heard heavy footfalls.A shadow covered the hole in the front wall. Mortified that she might be heard, Annette stood perfectly still.She heard the sound of a zipper, and held her breath as a flaccid, snake-like object slithered in through the hole, the drooped head of it flopping against the painted wall.A penis. A. Yes, it did feel nice. Strange certainly but nice. She pushed a little deeper. More moans. “Please let me try my toys” she said “I want to please you darling”. How could I resist this evil sweetheart? “Yes baby. Do it” I said, my voice a mixture of excitement and dread. She had manipulated me perfectly and I was hooked.She reached over to the bedside table and took out the KY Gel. Then she picked up the anal beads and greased them up. “Put a pillow under you” she was giving orders now “tell me.