You need to talk about this with your mom." I know. But... I don't know. I don't feel ready to tell her." It's OK. You'll tell her when you feel ready... I won't force you intodoing something you don't want to right now."Sophie and Robert sat quietly, until Sophie said what she was thinking "Doyou wanna... go shopping today?" What?" Yeah, I mean it's Friday and... well I think you need some... bras. Idon't think your mom's bras will fit you and also I'm sure it would bereally nice for you to have. My face went flush, my gut churned in lust and confusion, I swallowed, hard. I stammered out a "Yes." "Good!" She bounced up and smashed a quick wet kiss straight into my lips. "My folks will be expecting you at seven!" She strategically bent over to pick up her backpack, legs straight, calves clad in black patent leather doc marten boots up to the backs of her knees, the full backs of her impossibly white thighs exposed all the way up to the barely pink flesh at the bottom of white cotton. Gregg stroked his cock, enjoying the action. He began to lick his wife's pert breast, sucking on the nipples. The nipples were hard and ready to be sucked, as he pushed Andre's head deeper into his wife's pussy. Gregg stopped and got up. He stroked his cock as he got behind Andre. He rubbed Andre's backsliding his left hand to his shoulder. Deep breath taken, Gregg slide his 6 inch cock into Andre's ass. Andre stopped eating and let out a happy moan. Gregg fucked his ass while Andre dined on. As she regarded herself in the increasingly steamed up mirror of the rented, luxury studio apartment, the mist from the hot shower that was running behind her added to the blur of her vision. It didn’t matter that the reflection of the woman in the mirror was disappearing before her eyes; her mind was wandering through the previous hours. The hours in which she’d been fucked every which way possible, by a string of different men. With each delightful thrust from each man’s hard cock, the woman.