" For the mother or for the father?" asked a confused Yakhir."It is judged a shame for the father, dumbass. Shaving between your legs is a scandal but... it's not like she was fucking the family dog. We live in a new time and the old ways are dying off, as they should." Azzi preached until something dawned on him. "You son of a bitch, you never answered what bed she is using. Did you think that you could slip past me that easily?" I told you that you weren't stupid," Yakhir groused. "She is. After several hours of unloading it was just about dusk and Brian said we need to set up the tents before dark thus we hurried, unfolded, put support rods in the fabric, drove steaks around the tent to support it and then placed a tarp on it. After this, we were all pretty tired but Brian told me and a few other guys to go get wood so we could make a fire and cook our dinner. Walking in the woods with these three other hot guys I knew one thing, I wanted to explore what they had in their pants. In one flash of returning memories, she learned that it never had been.Millie could feel her drool covering her chin, neck and chest as Judith held one of the dinning room chairs so Millie could climb up onto the long, polished wood table. As the men gathered around in eager anticipation, Millie could see them stroking the bulges in the fronts of their trousers. Following her stepmother's directions, Millie laid down on her back on the table with her head hanging over the edge. Millie could. That would have to be the mantra I'd have to live by. And I do!It had been over an hour since Megan left to go see Willis. I sat facing my lap top watching an interracial cuckold video (the only variety I watch now days), stroking my cock, but refraining from ejaculating. That would come later. I wanted to prolong the strange, agonizing 'pleasure' of such moments. Doing so was my way of demonstrating the sincerity of my cuckold status to Megan; and though she could not witness it, nevertheless,.