A couple of years ago, Lori told mom that they were dating. Unfortunately, mom didn't take notice as she was too consumed with the recent death of my ...father. In the two years after he had died, Lori attempted suicide twice. I genuinely believed that Ryan helped her cope with the loss. The struggle had brought them closer together, and her and my mom farther apart. I didn't really understand what was happening. My mom had given me some very brief sex education a few years ago, but not enough for. I couldn't help touching myself and admiring the feel and theweight of it. The panties came next. With some force I pushed my semi-erect cock between my legs and I pulled up the thong. The lace coveredmy pussy and the string went nicely between my ass cheeks.The hold up stockings came next. I rolled them up and put them on,slowly enjoying the magical feeling of nylon against my smooth skin. Ipulled them up as far as I could, playfully letting the elastic snapagainst my thighs. Oh my god, this. Steve walked around the bed and knelt on it from the other side, Rob pushed me on and knelt me up. “Suck it” Steve said, as he slotted his cock into my mouth, using my hand to tug him and my tongue to lick him he moaned.Rob had a condom on and had been in the bathroom to soap himself up, as he parted my bum cheeks he nudged his way inside me, it fucking hurt as I screamed, but as he got going it was quite enjoyable. He didn’t last too long either, 50 strokes and it was grunt, thrust, grunt,. I turned and hurried away, my face burning. The image of him soaking wet, bulge in his shorts popped into my head."I wonder what he looks like without the shorts?" That night Enrico jumped the fence and took me, right there on the chaise. I had to stuff my face in my pillow when I came.The next day, I was doing homework and heard a yard machine running. I peeked out of the window. It was Enrico, trimming a hedge. All had on were those tight shorts. I watched him flex and move. He had a long.