Hope readers will enjoy it more and continue to give feedback so I can make improvements to the way I tell the story. For this part, I’ve taken away... most embellishments and expansions of the original story, so what you’re reading now is closer to the truth. (Unlike the rather unpopular club scene in Part 2-1 which was purely added for dramatization) I’ll also try to add more detail into the story; especially for the sex scenes, as some people have requested. Whenever my mum went out over the. I knew what was coming and pushed my backside towards her. "Oh look at you, you dirty slut" she laughed and pushed the first finger deep into my hole. "I think you can take at least another" and she proved herself right as another digit penetrated me. This one began to stretch me more and I moaned, a moan that became louder as Nira reached round and began to stroke me. I felt as if I had never been so hard, the water cascading over us, her fingers starting to move in and out, fucking me in. The music stopped and we headed back to our booth. Moments later one of the guys from the bar walked over towards us. I inwardly groaned and thought, “Here we go.”He stood by our table, he was very tall, very dark skinned and wore shorts and trainers and a vest top showing his tattoo’s down his arms. In a very thick Jamaican voice asked if Sally fancied a dance with him.Sally eyed him up and down, looked at me asking, “Do you mind darling?”That was a first, her asking my permission but I knew. In one of her favorite black minis, with five-inch heels in which she could run, she attracted many an eye. I’m personally not fixated on breasts, but, on her small body, hers would rival Tana’s and Gigi’s. Our redhead contingent could easily be regarded as weapons of mass destruction.Dove, of course, would be staying with me. We arranged for the twins to stay with Gigi and George, and Marilyn and Mike.At my apartment, we embraced, sprawling on the couch as we exchanged intense kisses. Dove.