As I stood there spying on them from my secret hiding spot, I slipped my hand down my shorts and panties to rub my increasing swelling clit. The windo...w was ajar so I could hear the sloppy lapping of Benjis course tongue as he enjoyed mums flowing juices, the sound of this was mixed in with her moaning and gagging on daddys massive cock. My bald pussy was dripping wet already from the sight before me and I was on the brink of my first orgasm when dad stood up and interrupted the oral session. He. But it would have been a long, long time ago. "Oh, don't worry, handsome," she says, reading my disappointment. "My girls are young... and skilled. It's $50 for the house, credit card is fine. The girls work for cash tips. Fifty's the minimum, but they'll appreciate more... as an expression of your satisfaction."I hesitate and I can feel her scrutinizing me. "You're not a cop, are you?" she asks."Hell, no!" I reply, but I understand why she asks. I'm Irish. I've got the bullet head and square. She was interested in me and I got to know through her looks and the other girls used to tease her with me. So this fling went on for a year, just casual talks on the phone. One fine day we did meet in an internet café and I have seen lots of couples romancing in the café and I always had a turn on for public sex and she kissed me and we had a small french kiss session. After that we drifted apart since I came to know that one of my close friends liked her too so I backed off not wanting to. Few were able to give me what I wanted but the sensation of setting in the middle of so many dicks and being used by them was intoxicating to me. The guys were hungry and went down to the kitchen. I slept and then showered and slept some more. When I awoke, I knew they were down stairs because I could hear them playing pool, watching TV and talking about their afternoon. Finally I summoned up the courage to dress and go down stairs. Still sore enough to have trouble walking. Ahh, hell no. No.