She was feeling, well, somehow, silly. It was a special kind of silly. She couldn’t explain it. He was being a gentleman, and yet not twenty-four ho...rs earlier he had peed on her, yesterday a brute, but today a gentleman. Yesterday she was a felon. He still thought that. She’d love to prove him wrong. She’d love to show them they were all wrong, especially him, not just to show him up, but certainly to show him. She was going to cry again. She looked across the table at Fletcher, ‘I have to be. First one, then another finger slipped into her cunt. By the way they were moving, she knew that the fingers belonged to two different people, and between them and the mouths on her tits, she had a terrific orgasm.After she came, both hands slowly left her cunt, and the mouths left her tits. Any fear she might have initially felt was replaced by desire -- she had just come, and now she was again alone on the bed, no one touching her, and she wanted more. She asked for someone to please fuck. I got on my knees and burried my face in her messy ass. I was able to get my tongue up into her butthole and she went wild . She said get my pussy first , it's the loosest and leaking worse. I lapped up all the seamen from both her cunt and ass and she stood up. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at me still on my knees. She looked like a Godess standing there boots stockings and garter belt still in place. Her neck had a hicky on it and so did both of her tits. I stood up and asked. There were trees and a barn outside. As we finished dinner, Mr. Johnson went into the living room. Cindy, I mean Mommy, told me to help with the dishes, she handed me an apron which I put on and started drying as she washed. It seemed familiar but I could not make sense of it. She went into the fridge and brought out a glass of cocoa drink gave it to me and said drink it down. I immediately started to feel tingly.When we finished the dishes, she said it was time to service daddy. Mommy,.