" I promise, now tell me." Its your hair down there... you know, your pussy. You should trim it..." I heard mom giggle and I went on, "You should have...it cut in a small triangle. Your belly would look much sexier." After I said it there was a long silence. I was thinking that I had crossed the border and mom had decided to put an end to the subject. On the other hand she hadn't made any attempt to move her body away from mine, our bare thighs were still pressed together."Please don't stop, it's. Before long all 4 of them drove their big cocks into all 3 of my holes and they took turns cumming in each of my holes.They had vibrating cock rings on and it made me orgasm repeatedly. When they were finished with me they grabbed my clothes and pushed me in the hallway naked covered in cum with my clothes in my hand. Some might call it rape but I actually loved it. They did not come to my place and I never told my husband.I am a hot blonde 42 yr old. When I turned 40 I started getting hornier. Before opening the door, I made sure that it wouldn’t hit me if he suddenly slammed it open. After making sure there was a round in the chamber, I covered him with the pistol and opened the door, watching for him to try something.When he didn’t, I reached over and shoved his shoulder. Getting no reaction, I checked for a carotid pulse ... and found nothing. In the dim interior light of the car, wearing a hoodie, and slumped over, I couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not.Fortunately, I knew. She had been ever since the days when she was Head Girl at St Trinian’s Convent (her nickname was ‘Spanker’). She’d kept her husband Philip on a tight rein all their married life, ensuring that her every need – including a month-long winter break in the Caribbean with her sister - was bankrolled by his generous gilt trader’s commissions from the City of London. Ursula Harrows had never set foot in a supermarket.Working from home during the Covid pandemic, meek middle-aged Philip had lately.