”I chuckled, because I like Reba McIntyre.“Reba is a name that appears to suit you well,” I said.Our conversation was rather light, as we talked...about our personal lives. Reba told me she was an aspiring writer and I asked her what she wrote about.“Juts stuff,” she said rather sheepishly. I disclosed that I was an inspiring writer as well.“What do you write about?” she asked.I chuckled and said, “Stuff.”“Fiction or non-fiction?” Reba pressed.“Well,” I replied, “Its non-fiction, but I should. I finished my drink and followed, when all the small talk and a few late arivals we all wound up in the lounge having a drink. The guys weren't wasting any time already starting to take off their shirts and pants. My girl was sitting between two handsome guys with one hand in each of their laps stroking them through their underwear. Taking her lead I reached into the lap of the two guys either side of me, feeling their hard cocks straining against their breifs. I looked over at my girl to see. ” He pointed his cock on my cunt and gave it a push and I was about to shout, it was hurting me. Seeing this, my mother came to me and started kissing me and said relax. He applied some more force and tip of his cock was inside me, I was in tremendous pain. Mother sat on my face putting her cunt on my face making me suck her cunt. She was facing uncle.Uncle stopped fucking me and began kissing my mother. He did not apply more force and let his cock remain there in two minute or so when I got. So why did the familiar knot start forming in her stomach again? ‘Uh huh, whatever helps you sleep at night.’ He smirked, eyes noting the familiar tightness in her cheek as she put on an impassive mask, pretending nonchalance. He continued to hold her hands, hot breath fanning against her knuckles. She felt a familiar tug at the smirk, the wolfish grin setting off a low, insistent humming in her belly. Try as she might, she couldn’t pull her eyes away, her hands either, his grip too.