And so Michelle stood, naked in her son's bedroom, having her thickly haired cunt sucked, and her shithole licked by her teenage kids. Tony's tongue w...s wildly going up and down through his mother's buttery, slick slit, and Angelica's tongue started poking into the twitching, sucking rim of her mother's fartbox. It wasn't long before Michelle wanted something more substantial in her intimate orifices than a boy and girl's tongues, but if she had her way, the next time they would be in switched. I don't think we're identical though, and neither does Stacy, but everyone else is either blind or stupid, or something. I'm always being called Stacy and people call her Lisa all the time. I've been groped by her boyfriend, and she's been kissed by a few of mine. They always say it was a misunderstanding, like we'd believe that!Anyway, I'm like 5'5 and pretty toned all over, you know. Blonde hair, sort of long and a little shaggy. It fluffs and curls and does what it wants. I gave up fighting. He tried to get it out of me but I couldn’t tell him, I was too embarrassed. Embarrassed but aroused too.We walked home hand in hand and my thoughts wouldn’t leave me.The whole time at work the next day the thoughts were still there. I couldn’t concentrate, as the thoughts turned worse. Paul was degrading me as he fucked her. Taunting me with praise of her body and performance in comparison to mine. Humiliating me, insulting me, abusing me with cruel words... and fucking her. My cunt got wetter. You wouldn’t want to park your car in here normally.”She smiles. “You think I’m that bad?”“You’re rich. That spoils people. It’s not your fault. And it doesn’t matter, I’m relaxed about it.”“Thanks. You’re right. I’m rich, I’m spoiled. And I’m insecure.”“I know.”“Mark, I’m sorry. For my friends and for my reaction. I totally left you on your own there. That was horrible.”“Don’t worry, I can handle it. We’ll avoid these kinds of situations.”“Really?”“Yes, come to my bedroom now. You can make it.