How many? I couldn’t recount exactly. My loins were sore but not bruised, and my nipples were tender and abraded from the tongue lashing and teeth t...ugging they endured. Later, I would discover a few bites marks around my nipples that were evidence of the raucousness of my encounters. If I was a dentist, I may have been able to identify the owners, but alas no, their anonymity is still assured.Abrasions around my wrists and ankles reminded me of writhing against my restraints, my legs pulled. After her death, Patrizio became obsessed with finding out about his biological father. Being well-off, he was able to commence an investigation of the matter. The inquiry proved to be simpler than he thought, and in six weeks he had resolved the matter.He knew that ‘our’ father had passed away thirty years before and that he had married my mother and had a son, me, in 1958.What had amused him was when he found out my name was Patrick. One of the things his mother had told him, regarding her. Luckily, the others decide to get into the pool, leaving me alone with my girl. I take advantage of the situation, leaning over to make a quiet comment on her little routine. "That was a funny comment about your boy friend," I say, "but you know, some of the blue-hairs here aren't so open-minded about sexual topics." I smile sweetly and add, "I'd hate to see them make a complaint about your little group. I think you add something to the atmosphere around here." Joanna eyes me a bit, then looks. Yes darling.” I gasped. My right hand slipped between her thighs and she was so deliciously moist that two of my fingers slipped effortlessly into her sweet cunt. As our lips met I felt her hand wrap around Peter’s cock and position the tip against the outer folds of my slit. I held my breath in anticipation as she took her lips from mine and spoke huskily to Peter. “Just a little at a time darling. Don’t rush.” With Carla still holding his cock, Peter moved his hips forward slightly, the.