The alphabets on the mail box told us, his name was Duran. Duran was a single guy and I soon had the opportunity to meet him. Duran worked from home. ...e said, he was some kind of computer expert and soon we two were computer nerds and quite good friends also. He showed me many new things on the computer and I learned and loved it all. He said, he worked on developing the web sites and whenever I asked and tried to know more, he changed the subject. I took the hint that it must be his business. "Do you like sucking cock? ". He continued."Yes, I do that for my husband." "Do you like your pussy being licked and destroyed by a hard cock?" He asked."Yes, my husband does that." I replied."Are your nipples sensitive?' He asked very attentively."Yes," I replied."Is your cunt sensitive?" Yes." I said hesitantly.The other men could all hear my answers. The first man seemed to be in charge of the gang and asked the third man to search for some Vaseline in the house. The reason for that request. He'd become very much addicted to getting lots and lots of hot horny willing pussy and Tim hoped this family sexual spree never came to an end.Tim wanted to start bringing more females into his little coterie of willing babes that were hot for him to fuck them. He began to think of others who might be ready -- within their family -- for mating. There were several young teenage females that had been born in the family through their years of inter-family mating, and Tim began to list those he'd. But I felt like I had my own place, it was nice.Mom and dad screamed from downstairs: 'We'll be home next week. There's money on the counter. Don't spend it all at once!' The door slammed shut. Finally alone in my room, I thought. Then I heard a knock on my door. 'What is it? You know you can't come in!' I yelled at her.'I'm just bringing you some cookies!' She said.I opened the door, I could go for some of mom's homemade cookies. She always put a lot of chocolate in them. Jenny (my sister) put.