Jane and Jacquie were vocal in their disgust at having to sleep in borrowed sleeping bags on groundsheets laid over dew-damp grass. And Tomiko was moa...ing that she’d much rather sleep on a futon. Nevertheless, our discomfort was partly compensated by the attention lavished on us the following day by the other women at the festival. Never before—and probably never since—had I ever felt so privileged to be British. Not that I’d ever had a choice in the matter. This stemmed from the mysterious. I kept imagining what he was doing with the panties. I thought of him wrapping the panties around his stiff cock and stroking it, using the soft material to feel like a slippery pussy. Maybe he wrapped them around his cock and humped a pillow until he came, shooting his cum all over the panties leaving those stains. When I realized I was gently grinding my hips against the mattress, I couldn't believe the reaction I was having. "You slut!" I thought to myself. "I'm getting turned on thinking. ................ But.......... inan all too soon time, I was finished. My dick was limp, and I lay thereexhausted..... Linda lay her head on my stomach and rested also.After a time, Cathy reappeared with what looked like a short curtainrod. She fastened it to each of my ankles and I found that the rod keptmy legs spread apart. They fastened my wrists to the belt again, andthen Linda untied the rope from the weight, and from my balls! Theymade me get up, and walk to the kitchen. Walking was. I had no idea what he was up to. But his grip was reassuring. Did he really want to do this? Did he really want to watch our son have sex with me? We started going to these parties to push our limits, yet something like this was never discussed.It was then I saw his left arm go over the shoulder of Mileena. I realized the majority of his motive. He might not have been thinking much about his son and his wife. The main thing on his mind was fucking his gorgeous daughter-in-law. As I thought.