I found a bottle ofChablis and a cork screw and three wine glasses. I opened the bottle andpoured a glass for each of us. I sat at the dining room tab...e, absentmindedly rubbing the soft satin material of my gown and enjoying thefeeling of my panties against the seat of the chair. I did not noticethat Tony had come back into the room and was watching me rubbing thenightgown. "Pretty nice isn't it?" he said as he sat down.I handed him a glass and we touched them together and sealed our future.We. ‘I see.’ The conversation died right there, after a while Brent started to look around as if in a daze, a few minutes after that Wes closed his eyes and set his head back down on the metallic blue siding of the hot tub and fell into a silent, thoughtless state of relaxation. Slowly his mind went from nothing to a slightly altered perspective of the scene between Dan and Josh in the shower room, in that scene he was still watching but from a closer vantage point, a much closer vantage point. He. Semen and sperm raced out through my urethral tube and spurted in long, cummy streams of cream into the womb of my young lover. Crista’s own female fluids were pouring, too. Vaginal moisture flooded her hole. Pussy cum squirted as a heavy, misty spray. Squishy, squashy fluids made a mess of our naked bodies. This girl squealed as orgasmic cheer made her laugh, made her cry, and made her sing with joy!I sang, too. I laughed at everyone in this poor, pitiful world that wasn’t me. I thanked God, I. When either of them gasped my name, as they periodically did, it was so muffled in the flesh of their partner that it was barely recognizable.I’m not sure whose cock my mum was imaging spunking down her throat, but there was absolutely no doubt that I was involved in this fantasy. Involved and invested: as I lay there, gasping, stark naked except for my knotted panties, I knew that I absolutely had to make it a reality. My mind thrilled at the prospect of tasting mummy’s pussy, tasting daddy’s.