"We'd have to go into the basement, they'd hear us anywhere else," I said. I was boldly assuming that once inside we would be having sex, and she didn...'t seem to object.We got up and went around to the back door. I opened it and we crept through the kitchen and down into the basement. I flicked on the light and smelled the musty, moldy, laundry detergent smell you smell in all basements. It wasn't the most romantic place but we were beyond caring. At least we were indoors.At this point there was. She didnt know how, or why, exactly, but she knew. There was no doubt in her young mind. Who is it, Sam? asked an older, feminine voice from inside the house. Kacey recognized the voice of Sams mother, Mrs. Jennifer Thomas, and smiled. Mrs. Thomas liked her, and was always nice to her whenever she came over to Sams house. She and Kaceys own mother were best friends, much like she and Sam were. Sam peeked out the window from the back room, and saw a long, flowing river of black hair, tan skin. "What does that mean ?" She screamed in the living room door. "Lennie? Why are you wearing my latex? And what are you actually trying to do here?" Apparently, Jen couldn't even concentrate on Lussie and the scene that was taking place, and after a short while she again started to squirt from her orgasm. "That's enough," said Lussie. "everyone on your knees and you take off your clothes immediately Lennie". Without protesting, she took off her latex costume and knelt at her older sister's feet. When it got fully hard, she stopped sucking long enough to say, "This is the perfect size for sucking and ass fucking." I had to wonder just how big her husband's cock was.When I came in front of them, the last vestige of my personal dignity shredded. I had not taken responsibility for my own happiness, because I was ordered to do it, but I could not hide behind that to avoid achieving it. I was still a princess and a goddess and a whore, but I was a humble one.Just as I was returning to.