My life had turned completely upside down over the past year and a half. I knew I was largely to blame for this. I've made mistakes. But there was som...thing else that turned me into this. Someone else. And then it clicked: my soon to be ex-husband. He was the culprit. The reason I was lying naked on a coffee table, completely high and out of my mind, and letting strange men use my body. Not that I wasn't enjoying myself, but deep down I knew this wasn't how things were supposed to turn out. And. Slowly, then gradually faster. And as I was watching the guy get to the point where I knew he was going to tighten up, his balls get ready to empty, and his dick explode, I started saying her name. I have no fucking idea why."Oh, God, Caitlin. I had no idea that you were so fucking sexy. Oh, God, Caitlin. This feels so fucking good. I've thought about you since this started. Since I first saw you earlier today in your bikini and saw your beautiful fucking boobs. Jesus Christ, Caitlin, you're. ‘I know you’re growing, I just--’‘It’s all right, Mum,’ I assured her, as Jason nodded in agreement. ‘We’ll live.’She had relaxed, and no one had said a thing about it since.We made sure our parents were definitely in bed before kissing quietly and hugging each other in fierce full bodied-embraces. Then, for the unfortunate fact that we had to keep up appearances, we said goodnight and rolled apart reluctantly, falling easily into sleep.I awoke early to the gentle rub of something--fingers?--on. “Flood the slut. Maybe you'll knock her up!”My pussy clenched around my fingers. My legs twitched and thrashed. I loved this drone. Best $300 I'd ever spent. Way better than any dildo. I groaned, my fingers plundering hard and fast into my cunt, churning me towards that orgasm.All the Quicks were panting, too. Mrs. Quick enjoyed getting her asshole rimmed by her youngest. Mr. Quick was savoring his eldest working her pussy up and down his cock. Mildred was getting off having her futa-dick.