I installed a key logging software on her computer and then took out the audio recording device and planted them in each of the rooms and then bugged ...the telephone so that I could monitor what was going on. All of it was being recorded in my laptop. All that I needed to hook up to my laptop was a small dongle that looked almost like a Bluetooth dongle. It was the receiver for all the microphones and recorded each microphone in a separate file. It was all very complicated but for someone who was. Her pitiful plight had just the opposite effect on me. As I looked at her about to be forced to suck a second cock I felt my cock stirring and I couldn’t wait until it was my turn.I handed her my beer and she sniffed it and made a face. She had obviously never tasted beer before. She tipped the bottle up and took a big sip. She made that face again. But then she took another big sip and handed the bottle back. She looked at me dully and quietly said, “Thank you.”That was all Craig had patience. “Can you tell me something? Have you had any great experiences that you can share with me?” she asked."You know the neighbors," I began."Yes Herman and Maryan?"“Yes, them… and Karl and Helen”I told my mom about the summer I was home alone when I was 16 and everything that happened then. (see Lawn mowing)I even told her when Herman, Karl and Sven fucked me from behind on the couch, and father and son who took me in both my holes in the end."That's the most insane thing I've ever heard."I hoped. "The young teenager shook Vikki's hand as he continued to pound his cock in and out of Teresa Bingham's vagina. "Colin, Ian's older brother. Can I... ?"Vikki didn't let him finish. "You bet you can." She positioned herself between Tara and Teresa and lifted her legs just like the girls. "Come on big guy," she looked at the girl's father, Brian, "fuck me. I need it, I need a good fucking before I go to work." Then she looked at the two young fellows fucking the twins. "You know, I rather think.