I hungrily went to work on that one, once again totally oblivious to the identity of the owner. I can distinctly remember two or three more changeover..., at both ends, as guys blew their load in my mouth or in my pussy. At some point I just couldn't give any more head. My jaw was aching and my back was sore from being bent over for so long. I rolled over on to my back and the relief was wonderful as my sore muscles suddenly got a rest. I was still being fucked though, but to be honest, it can't. And Chris was gone again! I left with him. I’m not sure where he went, but I ended up in a mental hospital. It was two days before I ‘came to.’ I called Momma and told her to come get me. I wasn’t insane, but I wasn’t a whole person either. I understood what I’d done to Chris and I hated myself for it. Because we were ‘connected,’ it was far worse for him, he knew that there was no excuse. I’d broken him and I’d made him something he could never have envisioned. I made him a cuckold. For years,. " Aubrey took Steph's hand and led her into the bedroom. On the bed was laid out a pair of red terrycloth shorts, a little pile of white fabric and a pair of black flip-flops. "Take off your clothes and put these on," ordered Aubrey. Obediently, Steph stripped naked and stepped into the red shorts. "Aubrey... These shorts are 2 sizes too big for me. I'm just a skinny little thing you know!" "I know. Hush. Now put on your top." "You mean this?" Steph picked up the white fabric. It looked like it. Carlos took one in his mouth. Following his lead, I did the same and she immediately began to moan. I could feel myself getting wet from the excitement and was curious to know how wet she was. My hand slowly passed her smooth stomach to her lovely box and was rewarded with hot wetness that felt so good to me. "She's soo wet," I said to Carlos. His looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes and reached down to feel for himself. We both started to take turns sliding our fingers over her clit and.