” “Your cats are weird.” I told them flatly. Sarah didn’t care. Sarah started telling me all about this amazing book she had just read… so I... rushed into the store, shouting at them to have a great weekend. I wasn’t really in the mood for talking about books with Sarah – that was like going into a 5 page analysis for a college course. I picked up some blank cards, as I liked to draw my own artwork on the front. I bought a few pencils too (I always broke them within a few weeks) – I hate writing. More men gathering close... they ran their hands over my body... sucked and caressed my breasts... dipped their fingers into my pussy... my wet dripping pussy…I felt cocks brushing against me... I reached out, feeling for them, grasping, taking hold, and stroking them, I felt like I was in heat with desire.They picked me up and took me to a couch - a sort of bench that was upholstered, with no arms or backrest. They laid me down... I just let them have me!The first guy climbed between my thighs. Chloe nodded in agreement and then instantly pulled a frown. "Oh? Your date wasn't up to scratch. He seems lovely though?" Mum started to put the teabag in the pot of tea. In the light Gail was an average looking woman. The term MILF has become popular to describe women that are physically peaked still at an older age. But Gail with her brunette hair down to her shoulder, crows feet under her hazel eyes and size 20 figure meant she was never going to win any awards. "Well, yeah but he's just. “You’re in denial,” she giggles, and runs her hands through my hair, “you can’t even stop yourself from moaning. Just say it: you’re a depraved slut who likes it in the ass from her own brother.”“No.” I mutter, my moans now morphing into exerted groans as I twist my asshole around my brother’s driving cock.“Be like me, Laurie,” she whispers in my ear, her breath tickling my lobe, “there’s no shame in it if you have no shame.”“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask, feeling tears of pleasure.