“I want to feel it. I’m going to do it too.”“Oh fuck, okay,” she whimpered.I felt her release a small trickle of warm liquid in my palm, whi...h slowly gathered pace. I released my own, and felt the same warm gush start to fill my bikini pants before running down my legs. I took Sally’s hand and shoved it down my bikini, so she could feel my piss on her fingers. Her eyes were shut and she was gasping as I leant against her, our twin streams of pee running down our legs and soaking into the sand.. Karen used an analogy about a Captain of a ship. He has navigators and helmsmen to help him plot and steer safe passage across the sea. It doesn’t matter who actually mans the controls as long as the ship avoids dangerous waters. The Captain isn’t the only one who can make a decision when it is needed.She lost them a little on that analogy and had to explain it in more simple terms. “There is no longer a Mistress Karen. There doesn’t need to be a Mistress Karen. She was needed at first, but now. God help me if her parents found out, if my wife found out, if anyone in the community found out, or anyone in the world. I cannot for the life of me imagine what the fallout would be. At the time, there was no concern, as my hormones took over, and I experienced some absolutely amazing sex with a cute teenage girl that did shit to me my wife hadn't done in years.God knows the blowjob that I got from Katie was out of this world. And all I could think of when I left was, when can I do it. She knew that she'd gotten so horny from sitting there, looking sexy and spreading her legs to show Ed what she had between them, that her nipples were pushing out totally hard against her bra and her pussy was soaking wet from being so horny."Brenda, you didn't listen to what I told you that last time we had this problem, did you?" Ed said, his face trying to tell Brenda that he was very unhappy with her and that he wasn't going to take anymore of her rebelliousness. But, as Brenda looked into.