Mandy was wearing a sheer lace nightgown, down on her knees in the middle of our lounge, with Victor’s large black cock in her mouth. Though what sh...ocked me most was how cool they were about it. There were no rueful apologies or crying or pleading for forgiveness. No remorse or frantic attempts to cover their nakedness. In fact, they never even acknowledged my presence until after Mandy had encouraged an enormous deposit of spunk from Victor’s young cock and swallowed it all with a gleeful look. But I watched as Tracy Mom bent over on the counter. Her large breast hung under the counter. They were mashed against the counter. Her hand was between her legs. I could see she had two fingers inside her pussy. She then rested her head on the counter. I then her moan very load. "God!!! YES!!! YES!!!! Fuck you Bill. See what your missing. I can do myself. I don't need another jerk. Fuck men!! Fuck them all....I got my fingers.... Yes!!! I'mmmmmm cummmmming!!!!!!!!!" I then heard her heels move. Amanda, Wade’s mother and I chatted for a while. She was adamant about giving us a reception at their home sometime in the near future. Although, neither Wade nor I really wanted it, we felt it best to comply with her wishes. After talking with Wade’s father and being congratulated several times, we concluded the call. We ordered breakfast served in our room since neither of us was all that anxious to get dressed. We discussed our immediate plans. It was decided Wade would fly back to Fort. My eyes closed as I heard another swish of air that betrayed the newest arrival of the burning sensation. My voice sounded hoarse as I moaned: “More… Harder.” You listened to my pleading and started to hit in an increasing speed, each time a bit harder than the previous one. My whole body felt hot, but it was nothing compared to the burning sensation your flogger caused. You were reluctant at first, but after I pleaded, begged and debated for over two hours, you gave in. Of all the people in.