And a few minutes ago I was imagining an orgy of mothers and daughters sucking each other's cunts. My cock was a hard, obvious bulge. Clearly, some pa...rts of me were not concerned with the incestuous part of the story."I can't believe Sasha was having sex with her father," Pam said, leaning forward into the light. Like her mother, her expression about the incest was ambiguous. "I think we have a lot to talk about, mom."Winn took this as our queue to leave, and started to rise. A panicked look. Alan also liked it when I was on all fours with my bottom in the air, it wasn't as easy to stroke myself but I liked knowing he was aroused by having my pert anus presented to him, inviting his finger of his cock. A couple of times Alan came up behind me and told me he was going to ejaculate on me and I could hear him taking off his pants and the sound of him quickly wanking himself followed by a groan and the sensation of his warm seed landing on my buttocks and between my bum cheeks. Other. Not one ounce of personality to the room… it was like a monk’s cell, I finally realized… ‘How was I so proud of all this one minute ago?’ I asked myself.I noticed then her fingers tracing over the small leather bound book on top of the book shelf. She picked it up and started to open it. I jumped forward and snatched it from her fingers.She looked up at me in shock…I fumbled to explain, “My journal… sorry.” I looked at the floor. Ashamed of my little house now. I threw my journal on the bed and. I knew the guys there. We had a casual relationship with guys there as they were from another dept. As I went to the room I noticed that room was not closed but none was there. So I went to the common bathroom hoping to find someone there. As I entered the bathroom I understood that the guy was there. So I called out for him and found out that it was James. We had only met a few times, but still were friends as we were from the same yr. So he came out and told me to wait in his room.I couldnt.