She kisses and sucks the fingers on my other hand as I realize I'm getting fairly wet myself. This is incredible, but... "Guys, should we move this to... the bedroom? We do have a king size bed, you know?" They pull apart reluctantly, and get up to go into the bedroom and we follow as we both shed our clothes along the way. They get back into their sweet 69 as we take our places on either side, me behind Jean, and Marie behind Mark. We caress their shoulders and hair, and reach across to softly. We will be legends in this camp by morning. Even though the women will be stretched tonight they will be happy about it for weeks after. You will show them something they didn't know was possible. Be sure to do your bests," Catla said.Suddenly the answer came to me. My women were standing me at stud for fun and profit, or status at least. They expected me to ring other women's chimes all night long. Who was I to complain? If women came to my hut looking for dick tonight I'd make sure they found. A few minutes later my son came in…wet hair. Lynn whispered: (“Look as his wet hair Julie!….do you think they took a shower together???”) Her daughter had to go somewhere and my son walked her to her car. He leaned his elbows on her window sill, as they talked, and we watched. He looked around and gave her a long hot kiss. We giggled and wondered what was going to become of this. We talked quietly. “Julie, if they compare notes….oh my god! Their two moms are ‘feelers‘ and they both love it, and. The second one was closer to home who I sometimes took out on dates and we acted in proper boyfriend/girlfriend manner.One day Mrs Hood ( changed for obvious reasons ) was in her front garden and beckoned me over as I was passing. Mrs Hood was maybe late fifties, widowed and with a full figure. She was known as the local busybody and she only mixed with the neigbours to find out the local news.On this occasion she almost straight away asked me if I had a girlfriend and seemed eager to know how.