We were just going through the doors when mom said, “Take my arm and hold me”We hobbled to the disabled toilets nice and slow but once inside with... the door locked, our hands were all over each other. Mom parted her legs and I fingered her slippery wet pussy while I fumbled to undo my trousers with my other hand. My cock pushed at my boxers and mom slipped her hand inside the slit, she had me ready to explode. “Let me taste you” mom saidPulling my fingers out from her pussy, she dropped to. She wanted out, but didn’t want to be the only one dissenting. “You only live once Simone”, said Liz. “We’re all committing to the game. Let’s have some fun.”So we started. I got the first choice. “Dare”D. “Massage the feet of one of the players.”I removed Simone’s shoes and gently rubbed her feet, sending wonderful sensations up the legs. As a bonus, I massaged the calf. She was skittish at first, but finally smiled. Billy: “Dare”D. “Slow dance with one of the players for two. That was incorrect too, but again he wasn't able to sayanything. She gleefully tipped the spoon and let all that stinkingliquid spill onto his tongue. It was revolting. All those too-sweetcakes churned around inside him. He began to cry and his wife took atissue and made a show of dabbing his tears, as if she cared about themisery they were putting him through. He had to keep the distastefulstuff in his mouth for five minutes. At last they allowed him toswallow what hadn't already run. I looked straight at him and waved, then manoeuvred myself so that Claire and I were lying pussy to pussy, our naked bodies ready to give him a really hot show. We rubbed our cunts together, while I fingered my clit and Claire squeezed her tits – it felt so fucking hot as we ground our pussies and felt our tits and clit. Every so often I'd look up to see if our audience was still there – I'm sure he'd never seen anything quite like it! He made little attempt to hide the fact that he was.