Thinking she is done, I pulled back, showed the piss accumulated in my mouth to her and swallowed. She giggled and jumped off the WC and stood on fron... of me and started peeing on my face, “keep your mouth closed!” she shrieked and and peed what seemed like a gallon (I finally understood why she went drinking after buying me!). She finished and pulled me up, sopping wet, knelt down, held my dick to her forehead and said “your turn”. I had barely had anything to drink since the event started at. Well, I'd always assumed that Tracy was dancing and gossiping with the girls when she disappeared at those dos. I'd been your typical dumb blind husband until the day that Stephanie Mallory burnt her hand quite badly on the Barbie. John Mallory told me that I'd find their first aid kit in the spare back bedroom upstairs. At the time I'd thought that it was a stupid place to keep a first aid kit myself, but John explained to me later that it kept it out of the children's reach. Anyway I dashed. But, unlike Peggy, Joan felt excited. Her two sons were turning her and Peggy into whores, prostitutes. And Joan didn’t care. The more they humiliated her, made her ashamed of herself, the more she loved it. Peggy, she hoped, would soon learn to love it as much as she did.When the boy arched his thick cock toward her mouth, Joan lifted her head, closing her lips about the swollen prick head. The boy was dripping, and she ran her tongue over his piss hole, her eyes glazed.“I want that hairy. They especially included my face and breasts. They said it's a memory for them."Now bitch sit down and leave your ugly tits out. You could actually teach a thing or two to my granddaughter. You're both fine bitches to see."He sat near me and massaged my breasts for a while then he started caressing my legs through my skirt. He made me spread and started to massage my pussy through my clothes. At first I felt disgusted. But he kept massaging it and I couldn't help to get wet. I was by nature.