You stagger into the holding cell with all the men who have been picked upfor drunkenness this Saturday night. You are still dressed in your skimpyFre...nch maids uniform, thigh highs, heels and G-string panties. But thedress is drenched in cum where you had been gang-fucked at my house. Youare reeking of sex and your clit is still engorged and throbbing. The men begin to circle you like vultures. Even those who would not haveconsidered fucking a Tgirl slut are so drunk that all they want is a. It might've seen as cute sometimes. Surely it was kinda flattering, 'cause Rick fancied all his mom's friends, middle aged women, including her, aunty Sandra. But considering the i****tual element its all seems a bit uglier now. Like... What were they thinking? When did the all thing started?Ok. Everyone would agree. It's common fantasy. You can even say it is a widespread fantasy. But.. Now, that she've noticed them being intimate with each other... Could she really feel herself not to be. Diane loved football season. Not because she loved football, but because I was seldom gone for more than the one night. The winter tour season had not yet begun and my longer trips were fewer and further between. It didn't matter because I was doing what I loved and getting paid very nicely for it. In fact, with the success of Diane's business, we were socking away quite a nice little nest egg."Sweetheart, what do think if we took the kids to Disney World during spring break?" I asked her one. She was a pretty thing, but paled in comparison to Rose, I would have to try for another soon, I had forgotten about Natalia entirely when prepping Rose, but time was money, and I was losing profits. I fucked Natalia that night, making Rose watch. As I drove into her mother, I made her look at me, her alluring eyes meeting mine, only flinching the tiniest bit as I thrust into her mother, pretending it was her. When I say she was the most expensive, I meant it. After Rose’s wedding, I could live.