I lived with dad, as mum left home, when I was eight, and almost overnight I grew up and became the woman of the home, and rummaging through mothers t...hings, found a stash of sex toys, which dad suggested I keep, as I would need them, 'You have your mothers fucking sex drive, you will bankrupt me buying batteries'.I was eight when he said that, and of course I was clueless as to what he meant, he was an angry man when she just uprooted and walked away, but now, that I know what he said now was. After we hugged, we collected our bags, then his fatherdrove us to their townhouse. How could someone like Alan come from acouple like them, they were polar opposites, that's what I asked myselfon the drive there and through dinner.Having changed into a violet satin halter neck dress, one of myfavourites, we enjoyed dinner, then talked well into the night. The moreI told them about myself, the more they liked and accepted me. By thetime we had celebrated Alan's birthday, they had accepted me as. She sucked briefly on the tip - a feeling I knew too well - then took him in. I could see she was struggling with the new size, and she could only get it about half way down her throat, but she started going faster, and I could hear the sucking noises getting louder and sloppier. It was only when she glanced at me that she stopped and pulled him out of her mouth."Well don't just stare," she said. "Give her what you promised."I grabbed a sip of wine and turned my attention fully to Sarah's open. Totally lost in a mixture of lust and confusing thoughts, I have no idea how long I had fucked Ann like that when Bob told us he wanted to see a new position. That sounded good to us, so I rolled her over without pulling out. Ann started a nice rhythmic cowgirl ride. Bob told us how good we looked fucking like that. When we watched the video later, it did look pretty damn hot!Not too long after Bob told us how good we looked, he put the camera back on the tripod and aimed it just right. When.