I watched Tommy and five of his friends standing around Harry's bed, grinning. I knew at that moment I was going to have to fuck them all . . . just a...s I always did. Just the thought of doing Tommy and Harry and Bonny (and Ross and Brad and Patrick) made my nipples tighten into tiny raisins . . . caused my cunt to secrete its fishy fluids. I reached a hand between my legs and touched myself. "Now lick your fingers, slut," someone said, and I did. All six of the men were taking off their pants.. Cathy was a few inches shorter than me, maybe about 10 to 15 pounds heavier, mostly in the breasts, blonde with a shorter cut, big blue eyes and a beautiful smile. Derek was 6 foot 2 inches tall, about 185 pounds, wavy dark hair that hung just to his shoulders, athletic, but not a work out junkie, dark eyes and always looked like he was a day behind in shaving. It was hot in Chicago that day and the window unit air conditioner wasn't working very well in their apartment. So Cathy decided to get. "Whydon't we put everything into boxes and store them in the attic for awhile. You might have got your thoughts more in order in a few days andyou can take final decisions then." Rob wasn't sure what his Mum was onabout, but it was easier to agree than argue, so he went along with hersuggestion.They had hardly got everything safely stored away in the attic, when thedoorbell rang. It was Sally; anxious to discover how Rob was followingthe excitements of the previous evening. If she was. Her large breasts were sagging, strangely, on both sides of her body, under her shirt. I glanced around, and saw her bra (partially hidden) under the bed. She must have woken during the night, because I didn’t remember her pulling it off, during our party.“Sandy, Sandy, time to wake up, Sandy,” I sang, softly.She mumbled something, and rolled over. I reached around, and pinched one of her nipples. She woke with a start, and sat up yelling.“You God Damned Bastard! What the hell did you do that.