I passed Becky on my way to the doors.-“Hold on Eric, let me get the door for you.” She said as she opened the door for me and we stepped outside.... I looked around and could see the ranch just like Let had described for me. Becky seemed very normal about being nude around strangers. She smelled wonderful, like a flower. I sure wanted to lay my arms on her beautiful body and…-“Eric?”-“What?”-“Are you okay, you looking at me strange?”-“I’m sorry, uh, is it usual you meet strangers undressed?” I. She began to feel the pressure build, and FAST. Her tummy was becoming obscenely distended as the thick fluid forced its way into every nook and cranny of her firm tummy. She was openly sobbing now, begging for him to stop the almost unbelievable pressure and pain that gripped her soft insides like angry fingers. "Oh stop crying! You've only taken about 2 quarts and you have LOTS more to go. But just to show you that I'm not all bad," he grinned, "let's see how you like this!" He stopped the. She jerked and dropped to her knees, legs wide apart and a clenched fist ramming the panties up hard into her sex, her head went back as her eyes rolled. Spasm after spasm seemed to run through her body, I thought I'd seen it all before, but this was something else again.I hardly noticed Wendy's fingers opening my pants and pulling out my rock hard prick, but I sure as fuck noticed it when I felt her warm mouth closing over it.That was one of the craziest nights of the whole fucking tour. I. My relationship with him was subtly strengthened, and my lingering sexual connection to Cindy was also subtly lessened; and this was the primary reason for a libation. We all understood this. The wives, wishing to help their husbands in their daily lives as cuckolds, encouraged them to do as many libations as they felt the need for. With the institution of libation practice, both the husbands, and their wives, felt the former tensions slowly fade.There was never any sort of shaming that any of.