I smile and return her kiss. She giggles, as if it was her first time. I smile, ours eyes meet and we kiss each other again. This time stronger and lo...nger. I don't remember breathing. Our bodies clash together like lovers who have been away from each other for years looking for the love they left behind. I was ensconced in her heat. We peeled each others clothes off easily. Our bodies were working in tandem to satify each others lustful pleasures. I layed her down and began to lick the sweat of. I decided to see if I could embrace slut as Lord Oliver and my mother requested.I splashed my hands in the warm bucket of pee. Even that was a statement from my mother, from those who brought it here, and from everyone involved. They wanted to share a visceral aspect of their experience with me and to physically offer the strength of Oak Leaf’s web. Choosing a bucket of their pee supported my work as slut: I enjoyed pee play far more than most. They were saying, “Your kinks are silly and. I am a fairly warm and alert fellow, but I am so sadly dry, sensitive, and needy.When I am pushed up against a nice pink pussy, I feel its heat and smell its womanly scent. I am pushed inside, and the pussy melts all around me. I see shimmering walls of spongy flesh, varying from light pink to darker. Rippled marks circle the tunnel of womanhood. The warm lubricants coat me and soak in to me, and quickly I am smoothed and happy. A few nice pushes in and out and I am slippery enough to get. Before I could blush again, Mike interrupted. "Girls. I've been completely open with you. Will you answer one question honestly. No fibbing." Sarah and I exchanged glances. "Alright, Mike," she replied, her voice unnaturally bright with emotion. "One question from the Big Guy." "Thanks. I need to know. Are you really naked?" I didn't know what to say. Sarah did. "Not completely, Mike," she anwered. "But we're pretty close." "How close?" "Our jeans are.