They were looking at me differently now, kind of like a pack of wolves eyeing up a sheep. The two men that had been perched on the bed in front of me... looked me over from head to toe and had been whispering back and forth in Hindi for a while. The youngest guy in the group sat at a desk by the patio door all by himself, looking at my legs and then my tits; legs, then tits. I’m sure that he cum if I just unzipped his pants. He was randy as hell and I could see it on his face.Where the hell. “Oh fuck, my man sucking on my son’s cock!” Wendy exclaimed in a whisper. She was beside herself with unexpected lust and placed Tiffany’s left hand between her legs. “Fuck my pussy, Tiffany!” She asked sharply. “Dan gets to suck on Jake’s cock before I do,” she said absentmindedly.“I like watching him suck Jake’s too,” Tiffany agreed. She took Wendy’s right hand and guided it down to her young, wet pussy. Neither one wasted any time beginning to please the other.Dan next moved on to his son,. I opened the door and walked backinto the living room. Duke was sitting there, in his underwear,watching television."Get over here." He commanded. I slowly walked across the room and satdown next to him. He quickly leaned over and stuck his tongue in mymouth again. This time, more aggressively than the last. I leaned backand tried to think of something else. He reached down and grabbed mybreasts and roughly squeezed them in his hands. He pulled back from me."Oh baby. Your tits feel so great!". The down pillows that encircled her head were no guarantee of dream filled nights without his warm body beside her and the clock hands moved agonizingly slowly ( so slowly in fact that she would be tempted to buy fresh batteries the next day). And as she lay there surrounded by the night sounds of tree frogs and distant waves, how many times did she swear she could hear the tires as they turned up the long driveway? But each time she would roll over to the window and there peacefully snuggled.