Walter turned around when he heard the noise, his eyes growing wide as he saw his wife. How could he possibly explain the scene she saw in front of he...r? His pants down, his stiff cock starting to soften, as his daughter rested on her knees with her face covered in cum?Luckily, he didn't have to. Before anyone could speak, Donna's mother spun around and stormed out the back door. Her car started up a few seconds later and she pulled out of the driveway like a bat out of hell.Walter was extremely. She asked how I felt about that and I said she needed to find satisfaction where she could. She smiled and said even the Pussy Cat?? Cheryl I asked ?? and she smiled and nodded her head. They had been friends before I got to town and shared a lot about me during their saphic encounters.She waltzed into the bathroom and I asked if she needed help washing her back..or front?? She said no, she needed to really clean herself and this time she didn't want a distraction but I could dry her and apply. I was waiting for her in the room, with flowers all over it, I was having some banana so that I could at least withstand for half hour. Then she came, with another glass of milk, I said I can’t drink any more of that, my stomach is full, she compelled me that I have to take at least a sip, it’s scarred.She sat beside me, I was breathing heavily this time, as I was nervous, I wanted to tell her that I was scared, but it was more of my pride to maintain my dignity. So I kept quiet. Then we spoke. I will call her Sheila for lack of a better choice, the need for anonymity will become obvious soon. I should say, at this point, that due to some illnesses early in life my schooling started late and therefore I had just turned eighteen at the beginning of my junior year.From the time I first entered the classroom, my eyes would search the room for her. Platinum blonde hair, approximately five-foot-three-inches with a tiny frame that probably did not weigh over one-hundred-and-eighty-pounds.