I laid in bed that night, listening to my mom moaning and screaming in her room, getting fucked by Bill, and some other guy I didnt know. I was too ti...red to try watching what was going on. My pussy, ass, and even throat were sore, I didnt want to be walking around, I felt like I had no energy. I loved the sound of my moms screams and moans, they turned me on, and I could just imagine what they would do for men. I could clearly make up the words, Fuck me daddy, I loved the way that sounded. I. I think they would like to see what you have developed and would be very appreciative." You want me to show my tits to your friends? Why would I do that and have them call me a slut or worse?" No one will call you anything. Have any of them ever called you names or treated you with anything but courtesy?" No; but this is different. And if they told anyone else I would have to quit school." They won't tell anyone and they will treat you right. I guarantee it on the strength of my right fist.. The giggling cut off when Jake walked into the den. He felt Kate’s discomfort and suspicion rise markedly.“Jake, you’re back,” Nina said, smiling brightly.Jake kissed her on the forehead. “Hello, beautiful.”“We were just talking about you,” she said.“I’m sorry you’ve had such a boring evening then.”“I thought it was interesting enough. I was telling Kate about my funny dream a couple of nights ago.”“I heard about that second hand.”“Kate was saying that she thought you caused it.”Jake sent a. Magnificent...not nearly as big as Breanna's, but on her smaller body seeming huge...round and perfect, long dime sized nipples engorged with blood in her arousal. She shifted nervously on her feet, hands fluttering as if wanting to hide her nakedness as her face grew bright red. I found her sudden modesty both charming and erotic.Suddenly, I realized that the coffee table had been pushed away from the couch and that Breanna had retrieved a quilt from by bed and had spread it out on the floor..