"I do. She's like my little sister and my daughter and, gosh, that mind..." I answered."That's good. You hear so many stories about blended families a...nd the friction..." Oh, I know," I said, sipping my Coke. "I worried about that when we first started talking, before I actually met. But Alan called her once or twice a week, and when he and I got together, I started talking with her, and then she started calling me to talk." You two relate, huh?" I guess it has to do with her mom's mental issues. As she did this, She was arching her back, squirming around and moaning loudly. This goes on for about 5 minutes with the others reaching in and copping a feel of her smooth skin. Finally Edgar decided to get things organized and ripped some strips of paper into various lengths."Come on, let's draw to see who fuck her tight little cunt first." He says and they all stop and pull the strips of paper from his clenched fist. Once drawn, the guy with the long piece was Allen the big black ex. She then told me to sit in the chair and enjoy the show.I sat down with my dick throbbing in my pants. My girlfriend slowly and in the most sexual way started to give me a striptease.Shelly removed her leggings to her knees and then turned around to give me a good look at her ass bent down and removed the leggings. Then she slowly unzipped her top chain and slowly removed it. Red knickers and a sexy red bra.She then got on the bed and sat with her legs wide spread. Facing towards me, she. "Well, I guess you can figure out things aren't so good at home, right?" he asks with a pained look. "Um, yeah, I got that all right." "But this? You're selling yourself? A hooker?" Whoops, daddy, you just pissed me off. "For your information, I'm not a hooker, I am a courtesan. While sex is involved, it's more about the connection, the closeness, some guys have never actually had sex with me, but they pay me well to listen to their problems and be a non-judgmental sounding board. A service you.