"You should. We need to invite your family to come as well as your aunt.We'll pay all expenses."****When I got home I anxiously awaited Miriam's retur... so I could tell herthe good news. When she came home, I practically jumped on her the momentshe came in the door to tell her about my day."I always knew you were a genius Martina," Miriam said."Please, Aunt Miriam," I said, "I don't want you to think of me anydifferently than the way you have."Aunt Miriam smiled at me, "What a lovely thought. Fuck, I just wanted to spread those buttcheeks of hers wide open and dive in ravenously to eat out her asshole! Ah Christ, I so desperately wanted to rim her out until she came so hard her pussy was sopping wet for me when I pounded her cunt with my long, thick tool. Vix’s boyfriend, the guy who was posting all the saucy photos on the web with his girl’s blessing, was a nice enough bloke, for a Brit I’d jokingly add, and seemed honest and fun enough with his sexuality, not a stuck-up or. It was true that she was French, but it didn't mean she was perverted or anything like that. Her middle-aged spouse was one of the one percent of rich businessmen who lived off the sweat of the other 99 percent that did all the work.Marie was always dressed impeccably. She liked to wear the latest fashions from Paris and her thoughtful hubby never put any constraints on her purchases of clothing or items designed to make her more beautiful for his admiring eye. In fact, he encouraged her to buy. There was a line outside each bathroom stretching around the corner.Everyone was holding something over their crotch. From the back, I saw several girls with wet spots on their pants or skirts, like they'd peed themselves.Bob and Natalie looked around. I noticed they had wet spots on their crotches, too. Bob said, "Okay, guys. Give me a quickie on what went on just now."Janet and I looked at each other. We didn't have the strength to feel embarrassed. We managed to connect at a very low volume,.