For some reason, that irritated him. He stood and started toward me. I said, “Dude, I’m not looking for a fight or a confrontation. Let it drop. Y...ou’re tougher and the lady isn’t interested. There are others.”“My friend, Mark Fielding, says you’re a pussy.”“True.” I had started walking again though now knew there was a problem. The guy was too young to really be a friend but may be paid to cause trouble.I was a step behind Belinda but watching out of the corner of my eye. His buddy stood. The. I reached up and wipe away more of the sticky substance and heard a number of other voices, I could make out a few words here and there. Some one was saying '...how long....keep him...is it alright for all of us to take turns...' Hands gripped my shoulders and another glass of whiskey was shoved under my nose and I was ordered to '...take a good drink, this will help you out...' Before I knew it, my head was tossed back and the liquid was poured into my open mouth, fingers pinched my nose and. "That's two per girl, mom," Rory added."Oh! My! God!" Katey gasped, as the girls began working their fingers deeper into their mother.The girls began to finger fuck their mom using the two fingers each had in her. Their combined fingers ended up being two fingers tall by two fingers wide. This was the equivalent of a pretty decent cock or dildo moving in and out of her. As she became wetter, the girls were able to increase the depth of their thrusts as well as the speed. Soon they were pounding. The combination of her little pretty feet in hose pressing on my own cock wrapped in pantyhose just under the thin nightshirt was making me stiffen by the second. The harder I rubbed her feet, the more she rubbed her feet against my cock until I started to get a raging hard-on making a tent in the front on my night shirt.I looked up and noticed her legs had parted slightly and her skirt had ridden up exposing her pussy in the sheer pantyhose, but what really set me off was the fact she wasn't.