Andrew sat heavily on the sofa. He thought he heard the echo of a distant laugh.“Hoh-hoh-Hoh!”*Marilyn came down the stairs, wearing a floor lengt... fleece robe and slippers against the cold. She saw her son sitting on the sofa.“Honey?” she said. “Is something wrong?”“Uh, hi, mom. No, everything's OK.”She had a concerned look on her face as she sat beside him. “I thought I heard voices.”“Oh, that. I was talking to Harley.” Andrew gestured at the cat who still slept, curled up, in front of the. I glanced up to see some of the upper years enjoying each other’s bodies, but mostly the girls were getting dressed. The other three sluts and I lay on the ground, panting from the morning we’ve had. From one fuck to the next, I have been used all morning. And I have loved every minute of it. As I lay there panting, I began to get a sense of my surroundings, and how my body felt after the vicious pounding I had just received. I could feel the juices of my pussy leaking out and trailing down my. Sam continued her litany of enticement. “He used a rubber in my naughty pussy, but I figured you would want to fuck my ... oh so tight ... little ... asshole ... instead with your ... OHHHH ... big ... wonderful ... cock ... Yum. Kitty-please? Old Barns-weenie didn’t even touch me there, the prig. Well, except for his tongue. I made him tongue me inside. I was so bad!”So I had seen. My goodness, her breathy voice was a turn-on by itself, she could make a fortune doing sex calls if she was so. He felt like tearing off all of the clothes andwiping off the make-up, but was powerless to do so. As the machine pause for it's owner to examine it's the fruitof it's labors, Jack began to mentally explore his body. He couldfeel the constriction of his bra on his breasts, the panties ridingon his hips. The airy, clinging feel of the pantyhose on his legs,which also allowed him to wiggle and slide his toes in his highheel pumps. He could feel the slipperiness of his tight linedskirt over.