”“Your house. 30 minutes. I’ll meet you at the door”, she asked my number and sent me her location, as I walked back to the park to pick up my...stuff, I saw a young girl sitting there.She was on the last bench sitting all by herself. She was young- how young I couldn’t tell, but definitely young, with long curly blonde hair. She had on a pair of cut-off jeans that were microscopic, showing off her nicely-tanned legs, and she wore a crop top. She had on a pair of sunglasses and was licking an ice. We slipped off down the street to partake to keep it away from here.”Whatever.As people woke up, they did their thing in the bathroom and came out to see we were all skinny dipping, so they joined in, except for one girl who started her period last night. She wore some boy shorts. About noon, some of the people here went into the kitchen to warm up leftovers from the buffets yesterday. Chrissy arrived half-an-hour later, as I expected, with some of her friends. Each carried six pizzas. With the. The date always ended with them making love. I would peek through the bedroom door and watch with envy as they kissed and held each other. It was always missionary and mom never took her nylons and heels off. She would lock her ankles around dad's back and he would caress her legs all the while he pumped his beautiful cock in her. Her moans and orgasms were real. The sight of dad's cum oozing from mom was such a wonderful sight. I wanted to be where she was. I wanted to be her. I wanted her. Your plant is smothered in cunt juice.” Claire eyed Sandy suspiciously.Sandy was taken aback. She had never once ever heard Claire say anything improper. Yet here she was, the prim and proper, butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, Curate’s wife, effing and blinding like a trooper. Sandy was lost for words.Then full realisation of the situation dawned on Claire. “Sandra, I do believe you have been fornicating with this plant.”Sandy began to splutter a response, but couldn’t find any words to dig.