I didn't know Carl would be home. Just ignore him and let's watch the game." "Ignore me?", Carl said as he reentered the room. "With a dick like this,...how can anyone ignore me?" He gyrated his hips to swing his limp-but-large cock. He laughed, took a swig of beer and returned to whatever room he emerged. I shook my head in disbelief and got up to leave. Weird. Way weird. "Jim, I gotta go," I said just as our team scored a touchdown. I wouldn't have even noticed if it hadn't been for Carl. I eventually calmed down and stopped shaking. We then sat and smoked weed and drank whiskey and talked. All the guys seemed nice enough and they all kept apologizing and telling me how hot I was and how horny I made them. Eventually the whiskey got the better of me and I told them that we could probably work something out. We talked a bit more and after a while agreed that for fifty bucks each I would let them gang bang me. I guess I was a real slut. Actually since I was doing it for money I. Staggering away, she knew that she would need a few moments to recover her composure and leaned heavily against the wall opposite her daughter's bedroom.Those few moments became even longer when she heard the unmistakable sounds of Ruth being finger-fucked to what must have been an awfully nice orgasm come filtering through the door.Just as she imagined that she was all right to face her husband again, just as she had made her way to the top of the stairs, she heard the door to the girl's. I pressed the door control and opened the garage door and backed out and headed towards town. We arrived without incident and parked near to a reasonably large sex shop. As Sally Anne got out of the car I saw a cyclist wobble and nearly fall off his bike with his eyes fixed in her direction and I realised that he had been treated to a spectacular flash by her. I got out carefully, not to do the same as a flash from me might get an unusual response!I tried to make myself respectable but knowing.