I inched closer, just enough to get a better view inside. I stepped over into her grass when I saw her on a leather couch spread eagle! I instantly lo...st my breath. I mean what are the chances? This is like some TV type shit this never happens. I took one last look around the neighborhood and went inside closing the door behind me.I wasn’t sure how to proceed because when I got in, she closed her robe and turned pale white. I said hello, good morning. She just sat there saying nothing looking. The first time was painful, and the jock had no idea what he was doing beyond shoving his dick into me. The second time at least didn’t hurt, but it was over in less than a minute.”I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, but I decided I’d see what she was looking for. I’d give her an opening and see.“You’ve just been with the wrong guys,” I said. “The right guy will rock your world. All you have to do is find him and ask.”“Will you rock my world?” she asked quietly. “Just once before you. Who else can you name? I can name some who are right, and I can name some who are followed, but I can't think of any others who are both.The Originals had very simple concepts of tribal identity. There was "US" and there was "FOOD".Sometimes an aged, injured or infirm "US" became "FOOD". That was the way it was, and that was the way it always would be. That is, until they met Axorie. It was deemed safest for Axorie to go first among the Originals. Freaky at first objected, until Axorie gently. "I just wiped my ass with them," Donna giggled."I don't care," Billy replied. "I like the taste of your asshole, too, Mother."Donna slid down to the floor, leaning her head on the cushions of the couch, spreading her legs wide and drawing her knees up. She began to play with her cunt and watch her son pump his cock. Billy slipped between his mother's thighs, jacking with a tight fist. Donna's eyes glowed hotly as she watched him, rubbing her clitoris and dipping her finger into her pussy."Jack.