Have sex with these, these people. I can't do that Helen. My god, what are they, animals!" They have nothing to lose Ginny, or most of them don't. Jus... let them have their way, That way you have your best chance of not getting hurt. Just think of your daughter. She don't need a mother whose been maimed over a three day visit in county jail." Jesus Helen, I don't...God what a mess. I have to let women play with my body like a piece of meat just to save my body from being hurt. What about my. ..Well I waited, not very patiently but I didn't want to push or appear desperate. I was desperate though. David’s mother consumed all my thoughts all the time. I visited David’s house a few times in the following couple of weeks to hang out, sometimes she was there and sometime not but she made no reference to our encounter when I did see her in the house. I was getting rather despondent when I went around on a Saturday evening to collect David to go to a friend’s party. I rang the bell and. This involved one of the party goers going into a small room and sitting on a chair; once seated the light would be switched off and the door closed. This would be followed shortly by a knock at the door. The person in the room had to say … who’s there? ‘it’s the postie’ (always a member of the opposite sex) would be the reply ‘close your eyes I have a parcel for you’. The postie was then invited to enter the room so in theory you didn’t know who it was. The door would then be closed plunging. God ... oh, God, is this much pleasure possible?” Rachel exclaimed at last.“Yes, Mom, it is. You never felt this before? Not with Dad or anyone?” Sarah reacted with genuine surprise that her father lacked even that redeeming virtue.“Never ... never before!” Rachel told both of us now with real meaning.That was when I chose to insert my index fingers into each of their pussies, right up to the knuckle at first. Both ladies gasped and whimpered at the dual invasion as I explored the walls of.