Aaaah.” told me he was coming in her mouth. As I felt the powerful pleasures of orgasm ripple through my entire body, I felt the muffin shake and s...iver as her own orgasm sent her whole body vibrating.Harold kept circling the bed, trying to record as many of our judders and quavers of sexual pleasure as he could, keeping focussed on our penises as they completed this final invasion of the muffin’s feminine charms. The airtight fuck was so intense that we were reticent to remove our naked. He pressed the cane hard against my 'Camel Toe', now viable as he continued to push the cotton material in between my lips, 'I said take them off' and my fingers hooked into the elastic waistband and drew them down over my hips and thighs, as if they had a mind of their own, but no further, as the cane was still pressing hard into my vagina.I slowly stood upright, his cane still firmly between my legs and my knickers part way down my thighs, with the crotch embedded into my pussy, secured by. I wasn’t sure if she was as drunk as me and how far I could push this but I found it funny to shock her. “When did you last masturbate?”, I asked bluntly. “SON! That is very personal, I’m not answering questions like that”, she said with a look of shock but she was giggling like a schoolgirl. I explained that was the whole point of the game and she had to answer. She was relaxed by the drink but fidgety about the question. I could see she was starting to think about it. I suggested she take her. Every time I had this dream I woke up so horny and yet alone in bed and this morning was no exception. I had slept naked like usual and felt no urge to put on any clothes, I liked feeling free, feeling natural. I roamed comfortably around the room and even pulled open the curtains and stood on the veranda, breathing in the fresh air. Quite frankly, I didn’t give a shit if anyone saw me, I liked people looking at me. After a while I reluctantly left the veranda, switched on the T.V and sat on.