Ing?" My voice got snagged between the "go" and the "ing," because that's when the scene in front of me registered on my brain. Kimberly was seated in... the big overstuffed chair that dominated the small room. She was holding her baby to her breast, and she was naked from the waist up.Kimberly is a tall, long-legged redhead. She's always been something of a workout fiend, and she got her figure back quickly after her pregnancy. She and my wife have been best friends since college, eventually. I didn’t complain as all of my needs were being taking care of by these horny bastards. They kept this up for almost the full three hours and then with about ten minutes to go they dragged me to the lower corner of the bed and stood around me tugging on their cocks. Again my fingers found my pussy without me having to think about it and they were mercilessly wreaking havoc on my well fucked pussy. These guys were all going to cum on my face and the thought of all that flying cum covering. She was at risk of being arrested and prosecuted for wanton behaviour which has a penalty of up to 20 Lashes or community work It is an old fashioned bye law but hasbeen supported by local feminists who are frightened of a new bout of male chauvinism which might be launched by repealing the bye-lawSo I wandered over to her bench and told her that under byelaw 69 she was corrupting my morals . Did she want to be prosecuted for her misfeasance . She begged me with tears in her eyes not to. "Anything you want to do."She smiled with a devilish grin, and said. "Anything. Anything I want to do."Then she put her hand on my crotch, feeling it through the beach towel and said. "You're sure now. Anything. You're up for anything I want to do."With gleeful anticipation, I said. "Yeah. Anything. Anything you want to do."She then took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Then she walked over to her bedroom blinds and shut them tight.She walked over to me and gazed into my eyes. We started to.