I knew Ken was either behind the door laughing or watching us from somewhere. I began to feel kind of pleased that Tom, disgusting old perv that he wa...s, was so interested in my naked body.I had put on a bit of weight since I started running and exercising and my legs didn’t look quite as bad as they were but I was still a long, long way from being what anyone would think was hot or even worth perving on.But still. It was something. Not much, but something. At last and at least someone was. "Ohhhhh, yeah, honey, fuck it to me," she panted, "fuck me good and hard, Bernie, Mommy's gonna come!" Oh, shit, so am I!" he groaned.Bernie was finding fucking a lot more fun than he'd imagined. He knew it had to be fun because it was practically all his pals ever talked about, but he hadn't realized it would be this good. His mom's cunt was tight, hot and juicy around his cock, the perfect place to stick his prick. He never wanted to stop fucking her.He didn't have much choice, though,. "I rotate out and I go sit on the bench and get some water. I watch thegame for a few minutes. I watch Jennifer. She did not say she was onthe Volleyball team. After Kaitlin rotates out she sits next to me. Wethen watch the game and make comments to each other.It was then I noticed someone in the crowd on the other side of thecourt. I had seen him before but I could not remember where. He was notwatching the game but he was watching me. It then hit me. He was one ofthe men who raped me the last. The chef sat dwarfing over his red couch tending the unsatisfactory image that gave route to his thoughts. He stood up, paced the warmed red wood floors. He seemed to trapeze from one paradox of activity to another, skipping over the pause of stillness. He stopped the rusticity of his movements, trying to focus on a sound coming from the house closest to his. It was poetry and seduction and light and peace and every other contradiction to his world. At the first slow stroke, the crescendo.