Susan was gasping wildly, pushing back in his hand, forcing him deeper and deeper into her. She was on the cusp of a tremendous orgasm. Bill purpose...fully withdrew his hand from her hot steaming holes. This caused Susan to whimper a meek protest. Stringy juices followed his hand as he gave his raging cock a few twists for lube, then adjusted position to take her from behind. “Ready for some man cock…lil whore?” Bill quipped. Susan struggled to breath in enough air to form a reply…She was. A few blubbery, nearly tearless cries only, her head nestled against my neck – but it was the cry of exhaustion, of relief - of a journey completed.The screen showed only the empty room, overexposed in full sunlight. I put my arms around Gloria, consoling her – congratulating her – I don’t know which; both. And as for myself, I felt only a shadow of my rage; something akin to an irritation. An annoyance one feels at an unexpected complication, tempered by the excitement felt at a prospect of. "Slut, whore, tease! Cumming into your cum, aarrrrghhh."All this before I had ever touched Jack's cock. The next card game was just me, Mike, and Jack. I was forever initiated into to the salacious life of a soccer mom slut that night, there was no turning back. But it's Catherine that I want to talk about, Catherine, 40, petite with hair just like mine, 34C breasts with dark brown nipples shaped like half lemons protruding from her creamy white breasts. Catherine with her flat smooth belly. She was about to leave when Greg noticed her and called her name. He motioned for her to come over to him. As she stepped out of the crowd, many people cheered. She wasnt sure what was going on, or what to do, but she kept walking until she was next to Greg. He smiled at her and introduced her to his girlfriend, Amber. She smiled up at Chloe, said hi, then went back to work on Gregs cock. There, now that that is out of the way, would you like to join her? he asked. Chloe looked at him in shock.