.I just got out of the shower - wifey and the k**do were still in bed... I put on my gym shorts (no underwear or tshirt) went into the kitchen to get ... glass of OJ and saw my MIL reading the newspaper and sipping on her coffee.I looked down and caught a glimpse of her saggy tits sneaking out of her nightgown. I instantly got hard and had to turn around and walk into the other room and eventually into the basement where I started to look thru my tools.MIL followed and asked if I liked what I. "Where did you get the wonderful thin cup?" He asked.Then I think that he noticed for the first time the manner in which we were dressed."You are not of this place, are you?" He asked."No!"But how could I explain to him the incident. So I just said to him, "My wives are of this place." How can that be they are dressed so odd and they are both armed, women do not go about armed," said the Druid Breoca."Their clothing is from my land, as well as the weapons and I want my women to go armed," I. Slowly, I lifted my vomit and cum layered face and looked to find that the biker fucking me wasn’t thrusting at all. He was buried deep. He was rock hard. I was warm inside. After putting the pieces together, I realized that the 8 inches of cock inside my exhausted butthole was shooting a load, but not of hot, sticky cum. He was peeing inside me. Upon finishing, he pulled out and immediately, my stretched out o-ring began spilling all sorts of filth from it.Barton stood, stoically, at my side. A quick tug at the belt, and his pants slid to the floor unceremoniously. His pudgy hands gently slid under my t-shirt to my breasts and slid my bra up over the aroused flesh to tease my nipples. As I tugged his underwear down, I beheld a small uncut member more aptly fitted to a young boy. Turning me gently to view the unfolding debauchery of my best friend, I leaned over the bar permitting his full access to my genitals. Gently, after several unsuccessful attempts, I felt his “noodle”.