The waiter came up to us, while we make the order he did not take his eyes off my legs, staring at panties, we ordered some of drinks. We talked, our ...new friend looked as my husband caressed my leg. His hand moved slowly from the knees to the pussy and back . My husband looked at him, feel free to touch her legs, she likes it. He slowly put his hand on the leg closer to the pussy. My husband put hand under my dress and pulled out a tits, Olim did the same. I was pleased, I threw her head back. He saw my face and his jaw dropped. I was black and blue, with a busted lip, black eye, bruised ribs and cuts on my arms and legs.I was under strict orders never to see him ever again, but after months of no contact I knew I would cave in soon. He tried to grab me from college a couple of times but my dad was always there to pick me up and drop me off even though I only lived a ten minute walk away.He eventually grabbed me one day about two months from our last encounter when I was going. When it was happening, my whole world was centered on the cocks thrusting inside me. Some of them were small, some long and some were long and really thick, like a big, hot summer sausage. One was so big it felt like a baseball bat reaming my pussy, and I swear he hit my cervix a couple times because that really hurts. I can’t really describe it but it kind of feels like a painful electric shock. I think I screamed, but he laughed and just kept fucking me. Guys kept slapping my boobs and my. After almost a minute he was still fucking her and we could see his and Gregs’ cum all over his cock as it slid in and out of Moms sloppy cunt. Mom told us to meet her in the bedroom while she freshened up so we all lost any remaining clothes on the way. Once we got there Ben asked me if I had ever fucked my mother. I told him I had many many times, that she loved sex and that I loved to make her happy. And that if he and Pete ever wanted any more they should keep it to themselves. Mom returned.