I wannnnttt... itt... as much... asssss I caaannnn... mmmmmm!!"Kurt was stroking himself while watching Glen fuck me, "Well, my slut has to do a lot o... dirty shit to keep me and my friends happy." I'lllllll... beeee soooooo diiirttyyyyy... for you," I told him. "I... wasssss... unnnnnhhhhhhh... FUCKKKKKKK!! Oh Christ you'rrrrrrre... ripping... me... open!! God!... I... wassss... gonnnnaaa... swalllllowww... your load... tonight... and dooooo... ahhhhhh... asssss... to... mouthhhhh... for.... I could never tire of watching her, even after six years of marriage, but I wasn't the only one taking a close interest. There were two lads close by, probably no more than seventeen years old, and they had been watching her since we'd arrived. They made no attempt to conceal their interest, they were too young and too naïve for such finesse. Judging by their expressions she had clearly made their day. It was difficult to ignore their stares, and still more so not to show how proud I was. I spoke to myself, “Strange they should be home by now.” Normally my parents work strange hours and most of the time because of their work they usually travel a lot. When I was a kid I got used to babysitters or relatives taking care of me. Now that I’m old enough to take care of myself I got used to coming home to an empty house. But I couldn’t complain. I walked into the kitchen where the house phone was and checked if there were any messages. I picked up the phone and heard in the dial. " Yes. I think it best to deal with them as they come up." True," replied Sarah. "If they leave then this all becomes a dream or the remembrance of a fictional story." I heard that proposal earlier," responded Donna. "Will that work?" Yes. We can do it if we need to. It won't create issues for them because it just changes their perception of a memory. We won't be able to do that for those who stay here for a significant amount of time. We will likely just ask them not to talk about us after.