He wanted me to call him by his name, I just don't know why.One night, my mother went to a business trip with her client. I and Willie were the only o...es left. And one thing I'd never imagine happened.Willie had a funny attitude of drinking wine before going to sleep. He would drink a glass or two before going to bed. One time, when I was about to go to my bedroom after making my assignments, I saw him watching porno. I was shocked. For I knew he was gentle and somewhat moral. But that made my. I was lost in the moment and just went with it. The rest of the night was really just a blur. The guy I was sucking came in my mouth. I swallowed his load and quickly found another cock shoved in to my face. 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 changeovers, 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. I said sure that’s why we’re here and in fact Meg here would be in the swing later if he wants to take a turn with her. Meg turned around to face him and put her arms around his shoulders and spread her legs inviting him to reach a hand in. She was not wearing panties so it was easy for him to lift her dress up and explore the folds of her quim.Meg was starting to lightly moan as the rest of us watched. The man fingering her was fully hard now and Cara reached over to stroke his cock. Just. There was nothing sexual or inappropriate about our relationship, so get your mind out of that gutter, but we have always been very honest and open with each other about sexuality. That, I will admit, likely has something to do with what I've become, but only in that it has allowed me to embrace my place in life without fear or shame or doubt.As for poverty . . . well, like I said, my dad's insurance policies left us very well off. In the time it took for a single stupid goose to fly into the.