Then she looked at my wife and said you are a hot little number the guys would go crazy over your body. My wife said I don't know about that. Our new ...riend said Friday night is amateur night and that she should at least give it a try. On the ride home my wife asked me if I would care if she did the amateur night? I asked if she could actually do it? She giggled a nervous laugh and said I think so and in fact just talking about is making my pussy wet. That night we fucked like teenagers. The. "Rapidly I dashed into my room, just as I heard the front door open."Honey?" I heard Dad yell."Be right there, dear," I heard Mom yell from her bedroom.I listened behind my closed door but couldn't make out what they were saying when Mom met Dad downstairs.Quickly, I got dressed and met them in the kitchen where my Dad said, "Morning son Merry Christmas." Merry Christmas," I replied, not making eye contact since, for some reason, I now actually felt guilty about fucking Mom last night.Mom was. If it weren?t for fear I would have felt even more shame. Suddenly there was a stripe of fire across my buttocks. ?Owwww,? I exclaimed, more in surprise than pain. The second blow was harder than the first. ?Yowwwwwww.? A definite shout this time. I could feel tears of pain welling in my eyes. The third blow swiftly followed. ?Owwww,? I cried again. ?Stop it !? The fourth, a vicious cut to already tortured flesh raised a further shriek. ?Please Melanie, stop it !? My eyes were full of tears. No k**ding!One at a time the girls came in, dropped their pants and panties, and then peed for me. I kept track of how long and how much. When AnnMarie turned out to be the winner they wanted a rematch.Those girls drank booze, juice, and even water to get their bladders full. Then they waited and waited until they had stomachaches before going into the bathroom with me. I had to help my sister get her pants and panties down, then I removed them, saying that I had seen them all and that they had.