’ Brenda then curiously asked: ‘So what does your father think of your mother’s line of work?’ ‘Oh I do not have a father. Of course I have ...a biological sire either dead or alive somewhere out there. I am not, though the least bit interested in finding out his identity.’ Connie asked: ‘Really? Why? I understand most people who have unknown blood parents are at least somewhat curious about their identity. That certainly was the case for my Bruce who was an orphan and had no clue as to the. He doesn’t try to hide the fact that he sleeps with other woman. He has slept with many woman, and according to my aunt, he even fathered some children. Most women he sleeps with are married and hence no one doubts it even if they get pregnant. From what I understood, my aunt was a trophy wife for him, and he just like having sex with many women than being loyal to one. I felt really bad for my aunt.After saying all that happened she had stopped crying. Out of pure instinct I hugged her, and. My pussy got more and sorer as it got finger fucked by about 50 young men. My nipples got twisted, pulled and pinched until they were very tender. I even got a couple of fingers pushed into my backside.After about the 15th knee it all got to be a bit of a sexual high haze. I came 2 or 3 times and the men had to lift me from knee to knee. I remember slipping out of the hands and falling onto the floor once. It wasn’t the men’s fault; I was covered in sweat and pussy juice. To be fair to the. She replied, ?Notoo tired to.?‘Alright lets go, but let’s do one thing before we go, I want to see how fast you can get undressed, hurry up and take all your clothes off for me.? ?What?? was her response. ?Take all your clothes off starting from the top, I want to see your tits first, then, stand up straight, hands behind your head. Let’s see how fast you can do this.? She started to unbutton her blouse, I told her faster, we did not have all day.She then pulled off her blouse, removed her.