They were already damp with her desires.Brittney made a whimpering noise. “Yes,” she whispered.A knock on the window made us both jump. I looked o...ver at the passenger side. There was a girl there. Even through the tinted glass I could see her bright red hair, the green gold of her cheerleader outfit.Brittney looked at me as I moved my fingers away from her damp bloomers. After a moment she rolled the window down. “Mandy - what is it?”Mandy looked at us, her left eyebrow raised. “I didn’t see. I spread my legs apart, bent them at the knees and rested my feet flat on the mattress on either side of my backside. His massive knob caressed my gaping dripping slit as he searched for my hot waiting hole. His glans entered me. He rocked forward and slid just inside my vagina. Of its own volition my cunt seemed to stretch around the thickness of this intrusion. Again and again he rocked forward, gently enough thank goodness, and more and more of his massive meat muscle slid further and. Trade restrictions had eased over the years for many countries around the globe and Jim had seen fit to take advantage of the situation. For the past seven years he had been running the business his father had begun years earlier. The main source of work for his company had been supplying air filters for the automotive industry. His company's filters were marketed under a wide range of brand labels and could be purchased in most auto parts store as well as being found in three out of five cars. Then---BOOM!---there they were; dozens of dozens of photographs of my mother, and two different black guys. The locations weren't the same. They appeared to be in some sort of mid-priced hotel room. At first I wasn't sure who the photographer had been, until one picture showed my step-dad, reflected in a wall mirror and holding a camera.'Oh. My. God!' I thought. This is my mother! And my step-dad is there with her and these two different black guys, and he's taking the photographs I'm looking.