Back at the University House When we got back to our university house no one else was there so Ryan decided that we’d stay naked 24 x 7 – unless we had to go out. That was okay with me, but I was glad that he wasn’t expecting me to be naked when the others were there. We did go out a few times before the other got back. On two of the sunny days we decided to go for a walk in the local park. Each time Ryan asked me to wear my shortest skirt and no knickers. In fact he talked me into putting all of my knickers in the rubbish bin. He didn’t want me to wear knickers ever again. The park was great, it was as relaxing as walking along the beach; and with clothes on too. When we got to a cross-roads in the paths Ryan decided that we’d sit on the grass for a while. It wasn’t long before that sitting was laying and enjoying the sun. In reality it was me flat on my back and Ryan sitting beside me. After a few minutes Ryan asked group sex me to uncross my japanese legs. He promised that no one would be able to see up my skirt. A bit later he eased my legs a few inches apart while he kissed me. Then he slid my skirt up to pussy level. He told me that no one was around to see up my skirt. Ryan stroked my hair and kissed me again. It was so relaxing and I actually dozed off in that warm sun. When I woke up I could hear people. I raised my head and saw lots of BDSM people walking passed us. I looked at my skirt and I could just see the top of my pussy. If I could see my pussy, then the view must have been total for the people walking passed my feet. “Ryan, you could have told me.” I said. “What, and spoil their fun; and mine.” Ryan said. As I sat up, Ryan ran a finger along my pussy then held it up to my face. It was quite wet. “You enjoyed letting those strangers see your pussy didn’t you?” “No I didn’t.” I said. “Your little lie detector says otherwise.” Ryan replied. It was another example of my body betraying my brain. Why can’t my brain control my pussy? The second time that we went to the park Ryan persuaded me to take pity on a homeless man and flash my pussy to him. Ryan made me feel a bit guilty by saying how fortunate we were; and how unfortunate that poor man was. In the end fetish I just gave in and stood in front on the man (who was sat on a park bench). I stood there for about 10 seconds with my skirt up round my waist and my feet apart. In a way, my embarrassment was out-weighed by the knowledge that I’d made that unfortunate man’s day. One Saturday afternoon Ryan took me shopping for some new skirts. After fucking my mom that day and leaving in the evening for the college in Utah. Her mouth was parted, and she was moaning loudly as he fucked her like a horny teenager and not like a caring father. Leah supposed it made sense, but she still felt like screaming because of it all the same. Without another moment's objection he stepped towards her, reasoning that while her breasts to his back would be skin to skin, his ass to her cock would have to contend with at least two layers of fabric, giving him the better end of the deal. Next the box shaped parcel. “My boyfriend really wants me to do it to him but I can’t go through with it. Her feet on my shoulders, me on top, fetish did the trick. Arnial called up to the house. Cold pumped through my veins as my hands rubbed at my eyes, trying to wipe away what covered my face. “Shay, I’m a transgender woman. Jon told me that I have to put a lot of large neat holes in that part and shorten japanese it so that it only just covers my bum and pussy when I stand still. “Oh yeah, loads of fun.” “The important thing is that you must make sure I can always no matter what say any safeword. I just wanted it to stop. But I’ve never felt safer when I’m with her. I dove around for most of an hour, slowly, on back roads thinking about what he's said and what he didn't say. Those four words again. Barbara once again moved into my arms. My stomach heaved, bile burning the back of my throat. “You better go feed her, Mom,” I said, smacking her rump. I knew she still had a whole day of getting used by Luther to look forward to. Her smile only grew with amusement. After a brief rest, Karen sat up. Tender group BDSM sex didn't even begin to describe what I felt back there.