Kyle’s room and my room had always been our private personal space. Now we had to share the housekeeping and make sure the common areas were picked ...up and cleaned up. We had a kitchen and had to figure out who was cooking and who was cleaning. The apartment had two bedrooms but only one bathroom. We had to take turns and “learn to put the fucking seat down on the toilet, Kyle!”But the worst thing was sex.I mean it was the best thing, too. But the shared bath and both closets were between our. I don't think I could... would want to live without my children!" I'd like to help," breathed Shanti, walking up from behind."Help, but how... ?Shanti's arms went around the woman, her hands cupping large breasts while her fingers and thumbs squeezed nipples."No, this is what got me into..."But already her eyes were closing and she was reaching back to caress the lips now kissing her ears and neck."The only way you will be able to forget what is going to happen tonight, is to concentrate on. This time, though, they didn't cum in my mouth. After Tom had gotten hard he pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned me over on the hassock and started lubricating my butt from a tube of KY Jelly. I watched as he spent several minutes lubricating and stretching my ass and then he handed me the lubricant and I used it to grease up his large cock with apparent eagerness.He watched me as I smiled and spread the grease over his hard cock, then he patted my head and said, "That's a good girl.". Now on to the Good Part. I guess it all started whenever I was about 9 years old. My Parents had gone on a weekend get away and left me to stay with the neighbors next door. That was fine with me, as their son and I were best of friends. It was about maybe 10 PM and I decided to go take a shower and put on my pajamas and get ready for bed. Whenever I went into the bathroom to get my shower there on the floor next to the hamper was lying a pair of my neighbors Panties. I have no idea what made.