Jill said and now for the grand conclusion, it says if your husband tilts his cock upwards he can hit your “G” spot and give your terrific orgasms... My fucking husband doesn’t even know where my “G” is, I got to tell the dumb ass. Jill then said OK, let’s take a secret survey, here is a piece of paper and everyone has to answer three questions that came from the article. Well everyone answered the questions, folded them up the paper and gave them to Jill. She stood up laughing announced the. Theresa could only smile at how similar the Singleton sisters were. Mary might be a dozen years older than Susan, but neither woman would give up her man without one hell of a fight.“Very well, I will get right on it,” Theresa said.“Don’t you need anything from me, a picture, addresses ... anything.”“If you have them, it will be helpful, of course, but let me assure you, I’m not so ill-informed as to be unaware of who Steven Fitzgerald is. By the end of this day, I will know where he is and who. This wasn’t fun! I started to beg for them to ease off, to give me a chance to recover.The third set of six strokes were duly delivered. I was screaming, and there in front of me was Miss Dean masturbating. I could smell her juices. Again a short break before the final set of six. At least I knew what was coming. I knew the intensity of pain I had to endure. Finally, the twenty-fourth stroke hit home, just as hard as the first stroke. I flopped down on the bench, breathing heavily. My bottom. I felt just a small shot of piss. I told them to get ready, then it was like the dam broke and I was pissing like a race horse. Beth was making noises I had never heard from a human before and I could feel her mouth all over Tammy’s pussy and my cock and balls.I told them I was through pissing. Beth pulled my cock out of Tammy and used her fingers to hold Tammy’s pussy lips together. She told Tammy to roll onto her back but be easy doing it. Tammy slowly rolled over with Beth holding her.