But apparently I did not leave. Well, I did for a bit but I found myself drawn back to this...stuff...these "sex stories" but I call it sin and shit. ...ecause I am a religious person or some of you would say religious bigot, racist, and etc...insults that aren't true. I am not like that.Anyway, I was on a site called "xvideos .com". It's a porn site I would consider Chyoa to be a porn site or at least pornographic site or supporting or related to the same family tree. Basically I am saying I. My eyes looked first at her then I counted the heads of the various men sitting where she stood, there were seven men, then a dark mood engulfed me, were all those men going to fuck her.I found my thighs involuntarily squeezing, as if they had a mind of their own. I was letting my overactive mind run away with itself, some men find it hard to understand girls who can think so bad about matter's sexual, concerning lots of men and a single girl being gang-****d.In my mind only, I always think. Actually, by that time, it was looking like sex with Rosie palm and her five friends was off the table for the day as I ended up working more than one job, and doing the work of two people. I was exhausted, and it was almost 6 pm. When i finally got though the front door, I kicked off my work boots and ripped off my work shirt, leaving only my tanktop and work pants on. I then checked on my son in his bedroom, as he was already sleeping. I closed his door and continued down the hallway to the. I decided at ten o’clock that I had better get home and Christy walked me to the door while Kevin took the wine glasses to the kitchen and Greg went to their bedroom.She kissed me on my lips and hugged me tight and it felt amazing. “Spanking night,” I whispered as we broke from our kiss.“Yes it is and I can’t wait.”“Maybe a pee shower in the morning as well?” I whispered.“If he wants.”“Maybe drink as well?”“If he wants, I will.”“Please do Christy,” I whispered.“If he wants then I will.” I.