After crossing over the immense southern span of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, a drive which had always slightly unnerved me due to the great height of t...he structure, I drove south down Rte 50, then west on St. Michaels Road, and finally entered St. Michaels itself, a picturesque, but still fortunately sleepy bayside town, that still depended heavily on the Chesapeake area's tradition of fishing and 'ostering, ' as the oyster harvesting business was pronounced thereabouts. But it was also reaping. Then, copying Trish, I started to drink and shower under her spurting cunt. I wanted her piss all over me. I slid my butt between her legs, lifting it up to support myself with my hands. We were in a scissor position as she squatted down and pissed into my cunt. She knew what she was doing, she pushed so hard she farted as the strong spray hammered at my clit. Then she stretched my cunt lips apart, two, maybe three fingers on each side of my hole, to force it open so her piss would go deep in. “Go on Doug!” he urged, “You heard the dirty bitch. She wants to watch, so do it!” Ann knew me well enough to know I wouldn’t need further urging, and had already taken a tube of lubricant from the bedside cabinet and was holding it out to me. Taking it from her, I removed the cap and pushing the tube between David’s buttocks, pressed the open end to his wrinkled brown pucker and squeezed a generous amount into his rectum. Removing the tube I slid two fingers into him, twisting and turning them. She'd chosen the name Naughtygirl and was immediately bombarded with all kinds of disgusting proposals. Finding it a bit confronting, she'd wondered if all the girls were treated the same way.Just to escape, she'd tried clicking on a sub-room. It was a Hot Tub room and she'd been disappointed. An argument had been going on and if there was a hot tub, she'd seen no evidence of it. She tried changing rooms and went into a family Role-play room that was filled with daddies and daughters and uncles.