What might the next 50 years bring, assuming of course that I lasted that long? Among many other thoughts I remembered Pat, short for Patricia. One of... those unforgettable people.In my early teens my parents were going out most Saturday nights, leaving me and my seven-year-old brother in the custody of a babysitter. It was usually Pat who lived nearby. She was sixteen and kinda homely in my recollection. Nice enough though so we got along and did stuff for entertainment after my little sister. You guys are the envy of every couple who know you. Why don’t you just ask her, I’m sure there’s some reasonable explanation.” I thought about his words and, for a brief moment, forgot about spying on her and considered just asking her as Sammy suggested. But, would that really put my mind to rest? “Sammy I’m sure you’re right,” I said. “I can’t even imagine Judy really cheating on me, but if I confronted her and she was seeing someone else she would obviously just deny it and if she wasn’t she. The tramp obviously took the fact hadn’t objected as a green light and I felt at least two fingers slide up my hole.I was now slobbering all over Bill’s rampant prick as the tramp fingered me, in all honesty I was living it.“Go on, finger the slut, she’s up for anything”I heard Bill say to the tramp.The next thing I felt something scraping the inside of my thighs and my snatch.The unshaven tramp was licking my twat and his unshaven face scraping the inside of my legs was delicious.The tramp got. Jack pulled back from staring at that very masculine cock and extended his hand towards Randall’s outstretched hand and shook it. Susan did the same to Rachel Tims as she did her own quick sweep of Rachel’s incredibly well toned features. If Randall was the glamour boy of football then Rachel was the glamour girl of cheerleaders. She had legs and breasts to die for thought Susan and a completely shaved pussy with a set of inner pussy lips hanging way down below the labia majora. Rachel also had.