O.K. Why don't you take your shower? Here, give me your clothes and I'll take care..." I could see that something had dawned on mom about what had hap...pened to me.There was no way around it. I surrendered. She unbuckled my pants and pulled them down my legs. My shorts followed and they caught on my extended dick which had risen once again.She looked up at me and then helped me off with my shirt. Her eyes held mine a moment, full of compassion and devoid of anything resembling rebuke."Sorry,. As he pounded my cunt, he was telling me all thing we were going to do that day. From me sucking his cock to him fucking me up the ass.Sometimes when we were in bed and making love, Tommy would tell me how much Johnny wanted to fuck me, but I didn’t put much credence to it, as they were both best friends. But now I knew different. I loved to fuck and having Johnny deep in my pussy bringing me to multiple orgasms was pure bliss. I always figured that Tommy talking about Johnny fucking me was. I don’t like being insulted. Still, I did respect her balls, so I had limited her cock-sucking obsession to a week. I studied my 23 year-old body in the mirror for a moment before I got dressed. Black hair just past my tanned shoulders. Slim and athletic. Smallish B-cup breasts. Trimmed pubic hair. Just the way I liked it. None of those bimbo curves on me, thank you very much. That was for the losers. I pulled on jeans and a black tank top and glanced around the locker room. Some of the other. "If I said something to your husband to make your life better, then you should thank me, not hit me. I may have said something, because I thought it might make all of you a little happier. I don't expect that you and Jake will move into a relationship like Becky and I have, but a little fantasy goes a long way." Well, I didn't mind playing with him, though I suspect he treated me differently than you treat Becky," I said."No two situations are the same," he responded. "I treat Becky different.