I pretended I didn't know they saw me because I was painfully embarrassed. But after that brief period of profound embarrassment, I found that I act...ally enjoyed this experience.It excited me that I was the object of their naughty fun. I realized that I was an exhibitionist. To be clear, I am not that guy who flashes you on the subway or in a park. I know that that kind of behavior is offensive to women. I do not want to offend. It only excites me when I have a willing voyeur. This is a true. Maybe the conversation was stilted. I guess I usually say more. Dad sometimes would ask me about what I was reading and I’d share and everyone would listen. Wow, I guess that hadn’t actually happened for years now. It didn’t happen then either. I guess my mind was preoccupied with things I couldn’t talk about. Still, for 20 minutes, it felt nice to pretend to be a normal daughter in a normal family.Back in school, I ran into we met up with Becky for lunch and she asked me if we could talk. Addy. Even more than just a bit thirsty, actually (there really hadn't been much wine in the carafe). But most of all completely energized! She let out a loud 'burp, ' picked one last strawberry, and relaxed in her seat. The strong emotions had had some time to settle down by now, and with the help of a full belly and the necessary sugars to activate her grey matter, Anna was thinking clear again. It certainly also made a difference that they were not dealing with the regular female here. Handling. The thick, humming instrument vibrated the moist, warm flesh of her vaginal walls until she thought her belly would burst from the delicious sensations rippling through it."Oh God," she heard herself scream, the sweet agony in her body driving her insane. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Scott; fuck me, Curtis! Go ahead! Come on and fuck mmmmmeeeeee!" You mean it, Mrs. Hamilton?" the younger boy gasped in awe and delight. "You really mean it?" Yes! Lord, yes! Fuck me, you sweet bastard! Fuck me before I go.