Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 08 Thursday started with me realising that Charlotte was holding my right tit as we slept. I smiled to myself and gently lifted her hand off me. I got up and went downstairs to put some coffee on. While I was down there I looked at clock and discovered that it was 11:30. “Wow,” I thought, “the weeks fun must have caught up with us.” I went and had a shower then woke Charlotte. She too was surprised at masturbation the time. After Charlotte had a shower we went outside to have some breakfast. “Can we have a quiet day please G? I’m still exhausted.” “I’m glad that you said that Char. I am fetish too. How about some gentle tennis for starters and then s bit of a splash about in the pool? I don’t want to miss our lessons in the japan woods with James. If we go later we may get an audience.” “A splash about! You mean with the hosepipe and asian that big jet of pussy water. That’s at least 4 orgasms. I japan never thought Mrs. Armstrong would be a regular. He detected the same musky scent she gave off when his wife had helped her masturbate in the car the previous day. “ But, while I have ‘til his fetish friends arrive today to make magic happen, you’ve only got ‘til he gets outta the shower to prove pussy yourself… to show me that you’re really willin’ to help me, to put in a little bit of effort on your own.” He just gulped and nodded. "You look like you just ran a marathon." Her breasts were bigger than the other two and she didn't wear a bra half the time. "You sure haven't lost your touch "I said to her"no masturbation one has ever made me feel this way" I walked home hard as a rock the whole time building up saliva in my mouth ran the last few blocks, got to my room spit right into my hand and jerked myself off thinking about what I had just seen. “Master, this is your body and it exists only to serve and please Master.”, she responded taking on a more serious tone. “Thank you mistress.” There was a DJ that was keeping the dance floor full. After all, I’m her son, and that would be incest. I groaned, holding both their heads to my tits. I figured oh I'll have a couple of cigarettes in here, so I went over to sit on one of the tables. My dick leaps when I see the spread and naked body on the table. “I would imagine seeing your big manhood asian pop out from your sweatpants. Touch them. He hammered his cock hard into my cunt. Three of them at once. Then the laughing began.