Ma always keeps some hot, and you are welcome to a cup. By the way, I am Josh Jimson."I dismounted and told the dogs to "stay." "Thank you for the off...er, Mr. Jimson, but I do not want to be any trouble. I am called John Wilson. Just call me John." You ain't no trouble, John. You can call me Josh. Come on in and meet the folks."Josh led me into the house—it was much too large to be called a cabin. I found out why when I met the family. Besides Mr. and Mrs. Jimson, there were 11 children, ranging. In front of us, on the table, are several pint tumblers full of ice-cold water. We are about to start a competition neither of us is sure about who might “win”. Is win even the right word?The competition – the first one to have to give in and pee, the toilet down the hall being out of bounds! The loser will have an accident in their pants, sat there in the kitchen. The “prize” for the winner is to give the first one to fail to hold his water, an over the knee spanking.Neither of us knew what. I laughed. I saw her nipples get hard under her shirt and her thin bra. She crossed her arms. Well, we finally met at a park and walked around in the woods. We kissed some and I felt like my pussy was going to explode. He reached under my shirt and undid my bra and I could not believe I was doing this but he did and my tis fell into his hands. He began massaging them and when he found the nipples I almost had an orgasm. Oh my, its sounds like what you need. I told her geting wet myself. Well,. Then it was the other guys turn, and he was on top of me like a rat up a drainpipe, except it was my arse he went up, only lubricated with my vaginal excretions, and bane, I could feel him in the back of my throat, he hurt me, until Sandra, suddenly realising, I was getting an anal roasting, went into her handbag and produced a tube of lube and encouraged my bum fucker to squeeze some inside my bum-hole and on his dick, after that it just felt like I wanted to go to the toilet for a number two,.