Oh Lord!She stuffed me into her mouth and within seconds I had a fully erect hard-on. Jesus! “It's my specialty,” she proudly exclaimed. “Guys l...ve my blow jobs!”I could very easily see why.Angela didn’t need any prepping. I pushed a lone finger into her vagina. She was already moist and very well self-lubricated. She hummed her approval as I worked my finger back and forth across her hooded clit.“Don’t stop!’ she pleaded.She spread her legs and welcomed my advances. I thought for sure she. Now the fierce rising sun was quickly warming the room. I think about the glass wall and wonder how hot it must get in the ground floor rooms on a clear morning like this.I look over at the nude sleeping form next to me her yellow hair spilled out upon the pink pillow. I think about the sex we had last evening. Before Mary and Bart made me their slut, I used to call sex with my husband ‘love making’. I suppose I use that term because of my prim and proper upbringing, but now that I have been. The strong smell of latex mixed with stale piss and cum explodedinside my nose, making my dick twitch inside the hot tightness of therubber doll's mouth. I needed to pee badly, and, recalling my ownexperience, I wrapped my lips around Alice's cock and started to slowlyrelease the pressurized contents of my bladder into her mouth, feelingthe movements of her mouth and throat with my penis as she swallowed.Suddenly, my mouth started to fill up with Alice's urine - she had to gojust as bad as I. " That's the ass that sent you back to us like that?" Aunt Annie asked, outrage flashing in her normally jovial eyes and I nodded."It's long done with; I don't care about that anymore. Now, he's just another asshole around town." Talon was right, talking about it did make it easier to dismiss as crap. I ignored the twinge thinking of him caused and moved on. "I do have some information for you to pass along." I filled them in on the events of the past few days, excluding only the personal bits.