”“Why not,” Mark chuckled at the double meaning.Mark winked at Sharon and held his hand out to her. “Time for us both to fill you up.” Goate... grabbed the blanket and folded it on the floor as Sharon wiped the cum off her face with the corner of her blouse. “Can I get undressed now?” she asked the adoring crowd of men. “I prefer to fuck naked.”“It’s called a gathering for a reason,” one of them said “It’s not just a meeting of like minds, we like to gather up clothes.”“I don’t care,” a burly. “So, do you want to tell the first story, or do you want me to?”“I don’t know any stories,” she said.“Sure you do,” he said. “I’ll tell one first. Maybe that will remind you of one, okay?”“Okay,” she said, feeling more relaxed. He wasn’t anything like she’d thought he was going to be. He seemed like a nice young man.He told her a story about how he had played a prank on his eldest sister, Mary. He described how his sisters got into the habit of taking their showers in a specific order. One. Margaret returned to her cooking, I listened to the sizzle and pops as the bacon fried away. I watched her as she seemed to be doing two meals at the same time, as if she was ambidextrous, which was strange as she had never shown this previously. I then saw the red stripes on her back and legs. She had been whipped recently, but did not seem to be bothered by this. She also moved easier than I remembered — she used to have stiffness with her back, as if it had been injured? It appears that this. I told her no - it was a short time and she's my sister. I could wank it or go to one of the women's houses if I needed to. She told me that one of the divorce reasons was that her husband and her were not compatible sexually. I told her that I was sorry and jokingly told her that I hoped that I didn't scar her mentally.She laughed at that and said "No, you didn't scar me, but it didn't get me hot like I thought it would. You have a nice penis and look good doing it, but it just didn't get me.