Her father said, "Carol-Anne, you shouldn't be here."She sat up straight. "You can't tell me what to do anymore." No, darling, you don't understand: Y...u can't be here," her mother said, and perhaps it was the urgency in those words that made her turn, just in time to see the man in the black goat mask, its every tiny hair bristling while wetness gleamed at its muzzle, looming over her. Her heart froze. Something awful was about to happen, she knew, but God help her, she couldn’t imagine what.. .. cause her legs were under. Around 00:00 we were all drunk, some of us were drunk as f.ck, I wasn't (of course I wasn''t) but I think my girlfriend was. She went to the toilet. To pee. But there was only 1 toilet for man and woman at the same time. Pooh went after her... or with her. But he didnt came inside, he was waiting in the waiting room, or you can say hand washing room. When she went out he joked "If I knew you were there I could come with You". She just laughed, than she repeated. It turned out that he got his pleasure from watching her with other men as he could not get it up any more, this is the days before Viagra, So he lead the way out into this quiet and secluded court yard type of place and then she stripped off her clothes, as she did I saw the very first Tramp Tat that I had ever seen across the top of her ass. This was a turn on and then she was stripping me. I had not been with a lady like her before, she just took control and before I realised what was. I was shocked but intrigued to what she had to say. She told me remembers seeing my dick and had always had a thing about it, being the first she ever saw, we were bathed together at some point, but I don't remember like she does.The other thing she told me was that she knew I masturbated and sometimes she would come into my bedroom after I had gone and check my bedding to see if there were any cum stains, I generally used some toilet roll to cum into, but often I would shoot over or it would.