Is that what you want me to say? It's true. I need to be fucked, and I'm frustrated every day that doesn't happen. I'd like nothing more than to have ...egular, daily sex with someone. Not like in this place, but actual sex, where I get to climax. Is that what you want to hear?" She squirmed around uncomfortably in the rubber outfit, suddenly feeling an urge to just run away to somewhere private and cry to herself. She tried to ignore the unwanted emotion.The man grinned. Jane briefly wondered. He was a gentle soul who loved me, and I loved him back. I prayed the Goddess would treat him with respect.For the next two days, the phone rang off the wall. Visitors came and went bringing condolences and food, we went to the mall to buy me a black dress — one of the few things I hadn't packed — and through it all, Mom remained unfazed until the last person of the day had gone.She'd lean on me sometimes, or smile when I touched her face or kissed her cheek. She seemed to find comfort in the. She noticed what she thought was him mouthing something to someone. After a couple of minutes of sucking his cock vigorously while playing with her pussy through her panties. It was then that she felt someone start caressing her ass and almost simotaniously another hand started massaging her breast. She pulled his cock out of her mouth scared and looked around to find both his buddies right there with theyre cocks hanging out playing with her ass and her breast. She was kinda scared at first. Their breasts bulged out over the top of the tight, clinging corsets and their nipples seemed almost to be kissing too as they moved sensuously against each other."We need some help here Tommy" mum said softly, "We can't seem to get into these panties by ourselves."Bloody hell!"Each pair were made of thin black rubber, but with a protuberance of about six inches of solid rubber moulded to the inside of the narrow gusset,"We want to go out like this tonight" mum said as I held the little panties.