So what's the problem? Somehow, me becoming a mother fucker lost all its importance. My cock head never did reason well."Chris honey, after I showered... and dried off, I came down her and made coffee. I was so ashamed of what I had allowed to happen I wanted to die. Oh, it was so wrong. Can you forgive me?" She began to sob.Damn! This was not going the way I wanted it to, especially with Sharon out of my life. "Uh Mom," I had to try anyway.She looked up at me with her sad eyes. "What Honey?". He was like “Fuck that shit!” and had enrolled in college, gone for one year and had dropped out and became a bartender to make ends meet. And that he had been tending bar ever since.He told my wife that he lived in a trailer outside of town. My wife (who has probably never even seen a trailer) thought that he was talking about a trailer that you pull behind car. She did not know about single wides and double wides. She started asking him questions about it and was REALLY surprised when he. I watched as Joy was now between my legs. "Maybe you could help...." I said. Joy slowly put her hands on the see through panties. She ran her hands inside my thighs. Her hands went under my ass. She I watched as Joy leaned down to put her long red crimson finger nails on my small hips. She then pulled down the side of her Mom's panties. Over my hips, then over my muscular ass. I then felt her pull up, then down. She had her Mom's panties around my ankles. She gasped. I looked down. My cock. The men were all watching; she knew it. He wanted them to be watched by strangers.Like a zombie, Bailey moved her hand down the front of his briefs. She refused to fondle him; just left her cold hand on top of his penis. Joe reached up to her bolero. He tugged one side away from her, leaving her right pink nipple exposed. Bailey froze. They had to see. Even in this faint light, she could see every detail on the men close to her.Joe grabbed her left hand. He guided it up to the top button. He.