I amsure I blushed when she told me of some of the parties they had been toand other sexual adventures they enjoyed. I am no prude but I do have myper...onal limits. I respect others' right to do as they please but it hasbeen a lot of years since this girl was spit roasted.Jan came in a bit early and I think she was surprised I had everythingunder control. I did make myself a sandwich before I headed home. Icounted my tips and made $17.55 for the day. Not going to get rich onthat I laughed as I. They were pretty good and we devoured them quickly, after which aunt Mary went to fetch some more drinks: another beer for me and more sherry for her. We drank and she asked me whether I would like to watch a movie. “Sure,” I replied, “what kind of movie?”“Wait and see,” she smiled with a surprisingly mischievous smile on her lips. She got up went over to the television and turned it on. Then she turned the DVD player on and a moment later a copyright infringement message appeared on the. * * * * * ‘Oh, who the hell is that? It’s ten o’clock at night…just figures, everything else has been going wrong…so why not this…shit.’ Normally I don’t swear. Girls aren’t supposed to swear. But the last few days had been brutal. You know the old saying ‘if it can go wrong, it will’? Well, it was true. But why the ceiling was caving in on little ole’ me, an innocent, okay, marginally innocent, twenty something (ah-hem) year old woman was a mystery. At least to me. ‘Just a minute,’ I screamed. "Yes, I ate her pussy," admitted Sylvia, stroking his prick faster. She had to keep talking, keep his attention off Cindy! She knew what Cindy's parents were like. She could handle her father, she was sure. She'd conned and manipulated the rugged cop since she was a little girl, and although she knew he was a dumb bastard, as she secretly thought of him, Sylvia loved him in her own way. After all, he was her father.He also had the biggest prick she'd ever seen, shaming the teacher who took her.