" He smiles, his voice husky. My insides melt at the sound of his sexy English accent. "It's great to meet you properly too, Charlie." My Scottish voi...ce sounds slightly breathy. "I hope you're not bored of train rides yet, baby, 'cause we're going on another one." "Not at all, I love the train." I smile. As we walk to another platform he slips his arm around my waist, his hand resting on my ass. I gasp as his fingers cheekily slip just below the hem of my skirt, brushing against my ass cheeks.. ”“Me too,” Jim said. His normal cache of witty repartee had abandoned him this evening. His mouth was dry and his palms were sweaty. You’d never know that this man had coolly and efficiently killed three punks earlier in the week. There was nothing cool about him now, at least not from his point of view.“You’ve got a really beautiful wife, Dave. She’s smokin’ hot.”“Don’t I know it,” Dave chuckled. “I just want to share her. And, I understand that you don’t mind playing for both teams yourself.. The rest of the world seemed to disappear as all of my senses saturated. When it was over, I was amazed at how much of my pussy juice there was on his hand and on my thighs. We rested, shared the last beer and decided that masturbation had its place but we liked real sex better.That led to an unscheduled lesson. After all that beer, we both needed to pee. That was when we realized how sheltered our growing up had been. We had neither one ever seen a member of the opposite sex pee. We took. Before they’d all had their fill of me they’d moved around at least three times, then the finally each blowing separately. At the time Uncle Peter was in my mouth it was he who came first, and what a mouthful that was, it almost choked me. Both Uncle James and Dad placed their hands onto my shoulders as they cum, assuring full penetration, Dad was in my pussy, God the sensation of his blow was out of this world, either he wanted me badly or he’d not cum for a month, I sure did take a filling.