This story is 100% true and not some stolen bullshitShe sat in the cubicle next to mine so I only physically saw her about three times a day. We did ...converse a lot. I'm a fairly polite type of guy and will talk to anyone who is civil towards me even if I don't agree with their beliefs. I made the false assumption this woman was some far right-wing, nigger hating bible thumper. She looked the part to a tee. Imagine the whitest looking white woman imaginable, who dressed like an extra on. "That's enough sucking for now, Pumpkin. Come and lay beside me. I have something to show you." I pressed my naked body against his and took his throbbing rod in my hand. "Be careful with my gun, little girl. My balls are boiling. I don't want to waste my gravy on a premature pop."As always, Daddy had set up his video tape recorder to capture everything we did. He wanted the tapes to jack off with in his golden years. He pressed a button on his remote control and my mother's pretty face came on. Why did she even buy those panties? Her parents were right to have scolded her. Why didn't she listen?There was no hooting or hollering like when she took off her shirt. There was just a hushed silence that slowly filled a room, a group revelation that confirmed her worst fear. Peering through half shut eyes, Margo saw slacked jaws on all of the thugs. Even the man wearing shades looked pleasantly surprised.“Shit son,” the lankiest criminal exclaimed through a cheshire cat grin. He shook his. “On the count of three, one two three!” Together they dropped their towels and Dan’s eyes lit up.“Wow oh wow, do you three ever look so fucking sexy!” he exclaimed.“I love the fucking part,” Lisa grinned.“I bet you do!” Hanna teased her.Dan’s eyes drank in the natural, sensual looking beauty of Lisa, Hanna and Jennifer. Lisa was wearing a white string bikini, Hanna wore hot pink and Jenny also white. He eyed his three beauties with firm bodies quite similar, only age separating their.