First one breast then the other. The clothespins were roughly pulled off sending more pain through my breasts and now my sensitive nipples were open t...o attack from the whipping! Everyone stepped back from me but held my arms and legs down and the girl that was was working my pussy with the vibe remained to torture my already abused pussy. The whipping continued and now I could see that it was not a belt but actually some kind of whip with several pieces of the whip hitting my breasts and belly. Dot and Goody turned to each other and kissed, their fingers frigging each other as we fucked. A few months later, Dot and I moved into a small apartment and I submitted an application to my commander for permission to marry. After that, we decided to limit our sexual activities for a while, till the right time. The innuendo was that we would get Goody in bed between us again when the time was right. My wifes bisexuality was intensely erotic to me as you can imagine. I had a constant hardon. It's clear to me that the girls have it all planned out. So I let them take the driver's seat here. I stand there, looking at them, staring, while they unpack things from the saddlebags. Girl scouts, I think to myself, horny, own-the-world young women, but girls scouts none the less. They toss out a big blanket on the knee-high grass that flattens under the weight. Two bags with the logo from the bakery on them and small wicker basked."Over here, John," Celeste beckons me. "I know it's a pretty. . older guys like you... like their dates to pretend to be schoolgirls. One of Mom's friends wears this on dates sometimes and I sort of borrowed it. But she don't know." Undress me, girl," he had said in a firm voice. But in spite of that he was nervous. It was more than twenty years since he'd last fucked a teenager, his present wife excepted of course. And this girl was only a year or maybe two years younger than Donna had been when he first fucked her. But Donna had tits, big, big tits.