I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was frazzled and would need to be washed, really washed. There were hickeys on my neck. 'What are you, sixte...n?' I thought, rubbing the bruises anxiously. I got in the shower.The water spilled down my hair and over my shoulders. I felt like a new woman. I soaped up my arms, my legs. The suds gathered in the drain by my feet.Through the marbled glass I saw Maxwell's pink figure in the doorway."So, maybe I'll come in for a nooner," he said."A what?" You. The guys are slowly stroking their cocks.Annie now turns over and lays on her back.Emma crouches over her, her cunt poised over Annie's mouth.I slip my tongue deep into Emm's arse.Now it is Annie's turn to moan but not so gently.The onlookers increase, maybe a couple of dozen now.All the guys are wanking their cocks slowly.I leave Emm's arse and move round to Annie's gorgeous tits.Even more onlookers are forming a circle around us.Annie has firm young tits just as a twenty-five-year-old should. She could smell bacon and toast cooking and knew her dad was attempting to make breakfast. From the slight burning smell she knew that his attempt was not going well. Her dad was great at so many things but cooking had never been his specialty.Sara walked hurriedly into the kitchen and saw him standing in front of the stove mumbling under his breath. Sounded like he said "always burning shit". She giggled and walked over to him quietly. Somehow seeing him there cooking for both of them quieted. Strangely, this park had its start as a graveyard mostly for paupers and then graduated in a full-blown operating gallows drawing crowds on special days. The language changed from Dutch to English over time and for some reason it was shunned by decent folk. Eventually, it became the familiar of outcasts and folk who did not conform to any standard of normality and to some extent that has been a common thread even to today.The rectangle vs the square aspects aside, the park incorporates several.