Both had been swiming and were wearing panties and t-shirts. We started drinking and smoking when Steve went over and lifted one of the womens shirts... None of us could believe how big Mrs. Wilsons tits were. Bill then moved Mrs. Tuckers panties to the side showing a nice thick black haired bush. Then we looked at Mrs. Wilson’s bush. We were having a lot of fun looking at these women. Then Steve stuck his finger in Mrs. Wilson’s pussy. He moved it around and pulled it out and smelled it, we all. Then his movements became less fluid and more jerky. And then he just started to vibrate, deep within me. He looked at me with an evil smile, as if I had lost my identity to him. And in a way I had, willingly.After his climax, he became still. His hold on me increased, as if it was necessary that his insemination continue. I was held in his cocoon, like a fledgling moth, well fertilized. Wet with his sweat, surrounded by his hardwood body, I was feeling a little raw and hammered. But it had. I frowned because she'd gotten me in a lot of trouble. "Trent! Smile, this is for Facebook!" Leave him alone," Molly said. "He just woke up!" We gotta tweet this," Shannon said, taking another picture with her phone. "It's so awesome." She's got ten thousand people following you on Twitter," Molly told me with a shrug.My mom and dad kind of looked at each other. They weren't much for the internet unless it involved work and I hated that Facebook Twitter stuff."Following me?" I thought she had. . US?" Yeah." You want the truth, or want me to sugar coat it for you?"Her eyes narrowed. "The truth," she said, dangerously quiet."You sure?" he asked, unfazed by her piercing look."Damn sure, Sir," she replied, showing much more confidence than she felt. She sat up stiffly and proudly thrust her tits out, trying to show a brave front.He sighed, slumping in his chair.While Alan was composing his thoughts, Heather looked to the ice cream scooper to see if he was still staring. He was. She gave.