There was more then one night I would come home after work or after a date to find her getting double or triple teamed from some of Momma’s regular...BBC’s in my bed. Being the good friend I am, I would naturally join in.Hope on the other hand was spending less and less time slutting out with us. We would still hang out with her at school, but she spent most of her free time with Beeder. Beeder was the school geek with the hugest cock I had ever seen, and now her and him were an item. We would. She sucked with such hunger, feasting on me and making me gasp. She loved my nipple.“Damn, look at her go,” someone whispered.“Xochitl looks like she's in heaven.”“Trust me, Isidora knows what she's doing.”“It's so sweet that she's loving her little sister.”“I know.”“I'm so hard!”“So wet!”Their excitement had me shuddering.“Isidora!” I panted. “Mmm, mi futa-hermana perversa, that's so hot. ¡Madre de Diosa! You're making my nipple throb.”My pussy was on fire. My thighs rubbed together as she. When her husband died she was shattered. A mewling mess that could barely function, and two years later she could barely discuss her feelings for him. While she’d always encouraged me to date, I could care less. I was raising James as a single mother and had my hands full. My adult disabled daughter, Marie was in a nearby nursing home. With all of that, both of our lives were complex and layered. When Ravi, her husband, died I insisted she move in with me. James was only too happy to have his. Main confuse ho gaya tha ki thanku kisliye kyo ki mere dimak se woh incident nikal gaya tha.. fir main wapas apne dosto main mast ho gaya .. achanak dinner ke time mujhe simran dikhi to main uski taraf gaya aur maine pucha ki thanku kisliye bola tha aap logo ne.. usne bade pyarisi awaz main jawab diya apki samajhdari ke liye..Aur smile karke wahi khadi rahi.. fir maine uska naam pucha aur baki waise hi idhar udhar ki baatain aur mazak karte rahe.. tabhi uske cell par ph aaya jo uska husband ka.