Fast sex is all right, I guess, but no where near as satisfying as slow, passionate build up to a mind blowing orgasm.We showered, dressed, stripped t...he bed and made it, straightened the room, sprayed with room fresh and were reading in the family room when Mom came home. Little did she know that my pussy was still quivering even as we talked. That night, I'd been in bed about an hour, writing in my journal, when I heard a light tap on my door. I knew it had to be Mom, so of course, I told her. “Robert, you helped me, now let me help you. I wanna use my mouth. OK?”“No, Sue...Don’t do that. Barb tried and didn’t like it. I’ll get there, just be patient.” He paused, “But, one thing. Would you cover me when I come. I don’t wanna make a mess.”He showed me how to cup my hand over his penis with finger tips lightly touching his glans.I agreed, then added. “I have a little present for you.”I took my panties from my pocket and wiped them between my legs, soaking up my hormone-scented wetness.. They immediately took her petite hands and guided her into the house, not wasting any time. "You're going to be our little bitch tonight." One growled and threw her on her back in the sofa. They quickly discarded the dress, but left the panties around her tiny hips. She was ecstatic with the attention these men were giving her, and her lust was at a height never reached before. She just wanted to feel something inside her to satisfy the urge. They didn't waste time, one pulling out a memebet. I wasn't about to let anyone else near my neck with a sharp blade.I physically felt better after my morning ablutions, almost enough to feel human. Well a human with a heart made of ash. I felt hollow inside, and was still moving slowly without any real direction. I knew that I was moping but couldn't help myself.Seeing Megan in the morning didn't help any, she looked tired too. That was a first. Normally she looks perfect in the mornings, and today her eyes had bags and she too was moving.