Or, maybe not so far apart. We were, mostly, on the opposite sides of the criminal justice system. Not necessarily opposed, but opposite. I think pros...itution, like drugs, should be legal. Problem is, nobody seems to give a rat’s fart what I think.As I self-philosophized, young girls, young boys, came into the kitchen. To rinse something off, to get more disinfectant, clean rags. They barely glanced at the kitchen table activity. Nothing new, not to them, not with what they did for a. He pulled out a pair of satin panties and told me that I was going to be wearing them while he fucked me like the little slut I was; he slipped them on me and then picked up the camera and took some pictures of me. After that he stripped off his underwear his cock looked even bigger than before and knelt beside my head, feeding his cock into my mouth as he leant over my body, putting his hand into the panties and began fingering my ass. I groaned in pleasure as he slipped one then two fingers. I came everywhere in that room. I would go in there sometimes when she was upstairs and grab some panties and stuff them in my mouth while rubbing one out. It got to the point where all I wanted to do was taste her. and I knew that would never happen. But I tell you what, I can definetely feel sexual tension between us. Especially those extra long hugs that are so so close to the whole body rub thing. Anyway, soon after I was rubbing my cock and putting my balls into her great big white coffee. ‘Oh yeah Ned… put your stiffie in my bum… oh I want to feel your big dick splitting me… ooooo hurt me good you naughty boy!’ Brandy’s mouth let loose as Ned began to pump his ‘stiffie’ in and out of her bum, broadening Gwendolyn’s vocabulary in a very short period of time, ‘Oh that hurts so good with your cockie in my bum! Pump me harder with that snake, spear my bum with it,’ the blonde was aggressively pinching her own nipple, squirming as the long dick ‘speared’ her, then as Ned reached his.