Mom had squirted all over my face and I loved it. Her juices were dripping off my neck and chin down onto Megan's chest area. After I had had my fill ...of mom's pussy juice and Megan telling me to get out the way to let her at mom's cunt I relented but only for a moment. Now was the time I had been longing for, I was going to fuck my mom and fill her with my baby batter.I moved over Megan's face and moved her hands out of the way. She began to tell me off when she realised what I was about to do.. . which in turn, began to break down my sense of morals,... which led us to where we are today,... I took advantage of the opportunity,... to introduce you,... to something different,... unspoken... to see if you would react to my stimuli,... and you were very receptive indeed,... I want you to know,... that I don't regret what occurred last night,... and I never will,... I'm here for you,... always,... to help you in any way,... if you so desire,... I. Eventually, we were tired from horsing around and went to our sleeping bagto rest. The morning after, I woke up and there was nobody else in the attic. Iwent downstairs to know where everybody went. When I reached the groundfloor, Ronnie and Marcus were both naked from the waist up. Both have atowel in their hands and they were wearing the shorts they had the nightbefore. I asked them where the others were. They told me that the rest ofour buddies went sight seeing while Marcus parents went. They are great swindlers, great propagandists, fear-mongers: why should Tracey have to wake up to that? It's bad enough living in this recession-stricken country. Instead she prepares for work in relative silence, kind of depressing, and definitely lonely. Although, sometimes she relishes that hour before she dashes out the door, with her little rituals: toothbrush, face, coffee, hair, emails, cat, coffee. I need more me-time, she thinks. She realizes this every day but does nothing about.