She came back in less than 5 minutes and started stretching, this time when I looked up at her ass I couldn’t see her panty line, it was almost like... she wasn’t wearing any. I quickly realized she must have taken her thong off, I could see the outline of her pussy when she bent over now and even when she wasn’t bending over, her camel toe was in full display. It was almost like she was putting a show on for me now. I looked around the gym to see if anyone else was enjoying the show but there. "You like to suck cocks and get your ass fucked? You wanna be my little cum slut?" he asked as his flaccid cock slipped out of me. I nod again and breathe, “Oh YES!” "Then I have an even better surprise for you." I hadn't noticed that while we were drinking and fucking, there were three men waiting and listening in the next room. Hearing their cue, they began filing into the bedroom already naked, some already hard, some nearly so. "What ...? Who are these guys?" I asked in a note of. As I did not yet have a sporran, myerection was evident. I saw that she noticed and stammered anexplanation, "It feels like I'm wearing a skirt." "Nonsense," shereplied. "The kilt is a very manly garment."She thought for a moment or two. "I know what we'll do," she said. "Youcan put some real girl's clothes on for a time. Then you will appreciatehow different the male Scottish dress is. Go and have a shower while Isort a few things out." I felt hot and sweaty from the journey, so theoffer of a. If that isn't a statement in itself then I don't know what is. And to top off the cherry off, the girl claims to be my dead husband come back to life in her body. So let's have a little psychic chat to prove any truth to this bull and cock story, shall we?I really missed your "brood essential monologues," like as if you were breaking the fourth wall. But honey if you really want to validate my backstory you could have done it through your abilities. I mean I haven't even felt you poke around in.