Looking around, I saw maybe ten men, all over the age of fifty, gathered around in the living room, most of them naked and jerking off. My eyes widene..., and I tried to pull away from Rob’s grip. “What’s going on?”“Well.” Said a familiar voice. I turned and saw Bill, the janitor that had fucked me. “Robby here told some of us that he had a nice young slut for us to fuck. So of course, we all jumped right on board with that. You’re not gonna let us down now are you sweetheart?” I shook my head. She still had no idea who Wynter was. Mom had gone back to her maiden name after the divorce while I had kept dad's last name. She just didn't put everything together in her mind. It had been almost eighteen years.When Wynter arrived at the train station and descended the steps she was a stunning little red headed beauty. She was wearing a green summer dress bringing out the red of her hair and the green of her eyes. What a little cupcake. I was alone with my convertible as Mom was at work. We. Miguel’s breath paused, he pushed into me with all his body, and I felt his hot milk enter my ass, making my insides feel warm and slick. He pressed into me further, pushing me down flat on the bed, grinding in more ejaculative pulses of cum, taking my breath away. As I opened my mouth Marcel fed me his cock and stroked out a load of cum into my mouth, fucking my mouth as he spurt more. I licked up what I could, but drifted u*********s for a few minutes in blissful pleasure, awaking cum covered. "There I knew it would fit!" he groaned as he rammed the last of his cock into her throat. He could feel her choking on his prick, but the sight of her lips drawn tight around the base of his cock sent shivers of pleasure through him, he let it rest there, lodged in her throat for a few seconds."That's shut the Bitch up, You can't fucking grass now can you bitch!" he yelled as he began to fuck her face violently.He shoved his prick in until his balls crammed against her upturned nose his cock.