Frankie didn’t have time to think as his fingers punched in and out of her she kissed him deeply to try and stifle the moans which were building up ...nside her as she felt her orgasm approach his fingers squelching in and out of her it hit her full on her tongue grinding his as she felt the cum run down her legs.Before she had chance to recover he had turned her round lifted her skirt roughly from behind, she didn’t even feel her pussy lips open as he cock thrust straight inside her she bit. I'd rubbed a cumshot out of myself at this point. Ray pulled out at this point and my wife rolled off Greg. Ray pulled off his condom and mounted my wife. Sloppy seconds didn't seem to bother him. My wife wrapped her legs around him and he fucked her slowly and deeply, soon she reached between them and fondled his balls, this seemed to put him over the edge and a fast and furious few minutes later he came inside her and fell upon her. My wife somehow appeared ready for me. But the men needed a. She even didn’t said anything about it. I didn’t knew pretty much why she didn’t came up to speak on the issue but I guessed she had their reasons, or even appreciated the way people talked about her.“Rhonda, so you don’t see any problem on guys talking how much your are kinky and slutty?”“Why should I, Steve? Let them talk! That’s why people have mouths!”I kept seen her with boys wrapped around her arms and shoulders, talking with them and stuff... I still got puzzled on how much those stories. So, I spent a lot of time at her house, often overnight, sometimes with cousins, sometimes by myself.Her house would probably be called a mansion, it was large, three stories with many bedrooms. I always enjoyed staying overnight because I could pick out a different bedroom each time. She would always read me stories and as I got older, eight, nine, ten, even eleven, she would invite me into her bed, especially if there was a storm or if we had watched a scary movie or were reading a scary.