She had spent several days in near depression after Jullian's departure. She had tried to act as if everything was normal for Charlie's sake, but seve...ral times he had asked if everything was all right. She had concocted a story about a close high school girlfriend passing away, but then had to make up additional excuses when Charlie insisted that, since they had been so close, he and she would attend the funeral. In addition, Charlie, as was often the case after he had been away for a day or. His head of his cock had pre-cum on the tip. I moved my hands up and down over his hard cock meat. Another man got up and sat on the other side of me. He had his hands on my thigh and moved my dress up to my pussy. I spread my legs so that he could play with my bald cunt. He rubbed his hand all over my pussy lips. He wet his finger and pushed them into my pussy. “You’re a wet slut. You want to get fucked, don’t you whore? Tell me what a whore you are.” “I want to be fucked like a whore.. It was shaped like the hood of a cobra, rising up from a tiny waist clad in pink soccer shorts and flaring out in a four-foot-wide conflagration of rippling muscles that contracted and bulged impossibly as the massive arms that it was attached to pumped two one hundred pound dumbbells up in the air with mechanical perfection. Frizzy orange pigtails hung down over the neck strap of a pink workout leotard, held down by the elastic band of a pair of athletic goggles. But I didn’t need to see the. With her shorts dropped she kicked them away and worked her shirt off and tossed it away feeling a thrill from being naked in the kitchen where almost anyone could walk in and see her and her mother. She quickly removed the plastic friend from with her mothers moist inner reaches to receive a disappointed moan.“What are you doing Olive?” her mother asked just before Olive slipped three of her slender fingers inside her mothers hot twitching pussy Causing a grunt of satisfaction as Olive slide.