"Amanda, your sensitivity is laudable, but I think it is misplaced. The point is to learn from one's mistakes, is that not correct?" Well ... yes." On... cannot learn from one's mistakes if one is allowed to brush them under the carpet, to simply forget them as though they never happened. I do not suggest assigning fault or blame, but if we are asked to explain or excuse what happened yesterday, is it not reasonable to point out the relationship between that and their own actions of only a few. So on the big night of the get together at Marion and Renee's house Joyceand Darren arrived promptly at six PM. Joyce was a bundle of nerves andDarren had been horny all day knowing he was going to spend the time withthe gorgeous Marion and her hot blonde "friend" Renee. Darren had oftenmasturbated visualizing both of them (as did Joyce). As Marion'sinsistence both her and Joyce donned mini skirts with stockings andgarter belts, five inch heels and tight transparent blouses which. “You guys,” I smirked,” I swear, you thinkyou’re the only people in the world who like to fuck.”I reached underneath me and gently pulled on Dad’s cock.“Got one more load in there?” I begged. “I haven’t beenfucked at all tonight.”“Nope.” He grinned, but he was already getting hard.*By the time Dad shot his last load of sperm into my cum-hungry cunt, everybody but Mom had adjourned to thekitchen for munchies. Finally. It slid past her vulva and into her vagina like a hot knife through butter.Peter was always amazed at how tight his mother’s cunt was. It gripped his cock like a velvet glove, he could smell her juices and he was ready to orgasm himself.“Come on son; fuck your mother,” Meg whispered.“Come inside your mom, fill me with your sperm,” she hissed.Peter gripped his mother’s hips and plunged his cock all the way inside her making her gasp as he filled his mother with his flesh. He vigorously humped.