She loved their masculine ways, deep voices and whiskers, roaming fingers always prying past her lacy garments to probe her hidden wet spots, dangling...cocks so quick to spew milky juice. She enjoyed it all, taking great pleasure in the way they made her body feel, and taking even greater pleasure in the gifts they spent their last dollar to buy her. Lorelei’s days of personal freedom and pleasure went on like this until her father’s death during her twentieth year. The coroner cited her. He put his nose to my neck again and he said “I meant what I said when I said you smell good!” It felt good when he touched my neck and I leaned back and to the side with my eyes closed and I nearly collapsed from the weakness in my knees. Brandon sensed that and wrapped his arms around me and held me with his hands on my tits.I looked over at Becky and Brett and he was leaning over her trying to put a move on her. My mind began to wander as he was licking and sucking on my ear lobe. I never. But just you wait. We continue."So you have a date tonight, pretty boy," my mother said coming into myroom. I have to be careful with privacy, as I may have mentioned before,for my mom, it is pretty nonexistent, and in the most recent years, notonly mine but her's as well. "So tell me about her." I just met her at the shop, I helped her find some weird tool." I don't care about that, what does she look like?" my mother saidtaking a seat on the bed, she crossed her legs, the short shorts. She trembled in anticipation at what they had in mind for her. She could smell the three men - a musty heady aroma – one of sex.“You see lads - fit as a fiddle – just as I described her. And by the way Soph, we love the little white panties – almost like when you were just a schoolgirl.”The three men moved in on her and suddenly she felt their hands all over her. They moved feverishly, almost in a hurry, as if they were worried that at any second the spell would be broken, she would change her.