I did turn away then. No way was I going to be able to shower with her, absolutely no way.“C’mon, Daphne, I’m hungry,” Mischa whined as she st...epped into the shower. As I slowly followed her, I noticed she already had the water on, and was rinsing out her hair. As I got in and grabbed the shampoo, Mischa looked at me intently. “You feel okay?”“Oh, you know, just a little achy.” A little achy? I was deluding myself. I was a LOT achy, and in one particular area. All the other hangover symptoms had. "You mean you actually had sex with another woman, on top of everything else, mom?" It just happened, honey. Things like that just happen. Just like it just happened that you gave Paul a head job in the back seat."Jennifer didn't know what to say. She sure didn't want her mom to find out about that, but it looked like it was too late. Her mom was starting to get the upper hand."Hell, Jennifer, if you're going to go passing judgement on me, then I shouldn't even let you see him at all."Jennifer. Ahhhh! Ooooo! Again, the shock of the cold stimulated and excited me. This time, instead of rubbing up and down, I rubbed in circles. I enjoyed a longer period of stimulation the second time, not wanting my fingers to leave my pussy.But I steeled my willpower and wrenched my fingers away one last time. This constant interuption of clit stimulation was driving my pussy wild. I felt sorry for my pussy as it clenched, gaped, and weeped. The whole thing was completely excruiciating. I. ”“Hey, me too,” chimed Joe “maybe we should just use the bitch all night long. Shit, it don’t look like either one of them is gonna care much. Hell, I think this white bitch really loves black cock.”Nancy looked up into my eyes, “You know he’s right!” she said quietly, “And I’m going to let them use me all night long. Because I know that you like me being a bitch in heat for black meat don’t you, Jim? You like to see your wife whoring herself for these black cocks. So, I’m going to let them use.