It was the guy feeling my nipples from behind. He unbuttoned my dress on the front side and his both hands slid inside, caressing and pinching my hard...nipples.The same guy started to lick and kiss my neck also.My legs parted even further, as the hand moved between my inner thighs. I lifted my legs; so one now rested over Jerome’s knees.Jerome’s hands rolled my dress up to my waist, exposing my cunt.My head leant back and I closed my eyes. I felt I had become a slave for these men. Fingers and. When the accusation, “YOU ARE LATE!” is accompanied by the “MOM” look, the party on the receiving end of that look shakes right down to his/her toes. And then the accuser notices the bandage wrapped head of the previously disabled party. Women ... being women ... immediately incriminated JW ... it is ALWAYS the male who done it! ALWAYS!It is one of the facts of life. The woman is always right even if she is wrong. Ellen, having been sure they weren’t coming back, was going to lose her plush. Anything he wanted, just as long as he gives you his cock.Oh, that big dick inside you. Forcing your ass open. Making you rock back and fourth as he moves in and out. Feeling his thrusts, hearing his grunts, and making you want nothing more than to feel his manly jizz shoot deep and fill you. What if he wanted to flip you over and shoot his beautiful, white load all over you? Would you do it? In truth, would you actually be begging for it? Oh, how you want to taste it, but his pleasure comes. Wow, Shari, you’re hot; damn, you’re making me wet.”Mom didn’t know quite what to make of that last comment from Christy, but she turned a little flush, so she must of gotten the general meaning. But at the same time, the fact that she was standing there, with Christy looking at her, and mom looking at herself in the mirror, both of them admiring her attractiveness, that just did it for mom. SEDUCED.At this point mom would have done anything Christy recommended.“Now let’s get to it, Shari. Sit.