Pulling her panties off, she stuffed them beneath the mattress and slipped back into bed beside me. Leaning over me, she kissed me and then slid acros... my body."Don't move ... let me do the work," Trish whispered against my ear, as she worked my hard cock up in between her thighs and between the lips of her cunt. Glancing over my shoulder at Mother and Gale, Trish slid her body downwards and forced my cock up into her pussy. It had to be the hottest place in the house.I did as Trish suggested. Her chest heaved rhythmically, as she slowly recovered from the intensity of the moment. Small, soft sighs and moans came from her open mouth. His eyes drifted from her face to the center of her open legs. Her hand was still resting on her leaking pussy. He saw her dip a finger into her hot, swollen hole. He imagined it still pulsating from her explosive climax.She looked at him, and the want in her eyes was undeniable. She brought her slick, wet finger to her mouth, and ran it over her lips,. Quick.”Was I listening or were my senses totally knocked up? I kept staring into her eyes. Another slap. I knew she was serious. She wanted to humiliate me. I stood up and took my t-shirt off. Her expression didn’t change. She was really serious about embarrassing me. But I just couldn’t take off my shorts before her. My underwear will easily show my hard on and moreover even mother didn’t see me that way for over ten years now.“Pabby, what are you waiting for?”The look in her eyes. ” Brandi shook her head, “No! Please. I beg you.”The hooded lady floated above her, “Harlot! You came to us. You bared yourself and touched us with your sex. You offered yourself to us.” Brandi thought back to the first time she was there. At the wreck. Her selfie with the big wooden penis. It was just a spontaneous moment. How could she have known? She cried and begged, “This is not what I meant. The wreck was a backdrop. I couldn't have known...”The hooded lady looked down at her and shook.