“Its our turn now.”With that, Christine lay on her stomach and Sam came over and lay in front of her, propped up on the pillows. Her pussy was inc...es from Christine’s face. It was wet and open. Sam reached down and pulled her towards it as Heather knelt on the bed behind Christine, lifting her bottom up so she was almost on all fours.Christine moved her lips towards Sam’s pussy and as her tongue flicked at the clit in front of her, she felt Heather’s lips on her own pussy. Christine started to. "Helena drove directly to her house, because her husband was out of the town.She led me and the Moroccan guy, whose name was Ahmed, to the garage.The place was a real mess, with a lot of old stuff and a dirty mattress on the ground.Suddenly Ahmed took aggressive Helena at her throat and firmly demanded that she loosened her blouse. She did as he asked. The young guy smiled when he saw my friend was not wearing bra and her perfect tits were visible and her nipples were hard in full erection…Then. We learned how to have quiet sex; he was gentler about it. After we were in bed for a while, the playing would begin. I did suck his cock a lot but, there was also some fucking done. Many nights I’d get it before we went to sleep then, wake up to his rock hard morning wood. I kept a small jar of Crisco in my bedroom, along with some old towels, just for that. My mother was no dummy; she knew, almost from the beginning, that we were having sex. The evidence was spotted in my underpants and on. He looked directly at her breasts, spilling out of her corset, some amazing cleavage. "I see you're fond of showing a swarm of men your assets now then"?, as he glared at her, knowing what a stickler she was for not being considered a whore, or giving off any remotely sexual signals to guys. "How things change", John said, sipping his scotch and coke. She suddenly felt self conscious, knowing what he must think of her right now, hoping he knows why she's doing this, wanting so badly to gain.