She takes a few of us to the cinema sometimes to see films that she likes. They are usually very mysterious and very Russian!"Helen was older than me....Three years older. I was just eighteen, so now I was legally allowed to appear in porn films."Okay! Sold," I said, and I felt Helen's hand cupping my pussy, and there were no more questions. No actual words were spoken for quite a while, but we were far from silent.Downstairs, our mother smiled to herself and, seemingly absentmindedly, slid a. .. I... I did" I finally managed to whisper. "Oh," he chuckled, "I didn't see any pictures of that" I.. I... well.. Kabeer wasn't with me, he was sleeping" I said. He chuckled hotly, "So you were all alone on the beach?" he asked. I felt my throat constrict, "Well, no, not exactly" I replied, "There were a couple of other people from the boat there" Mmmm, men or women?" he asked. "Both" I murmured. "Mmm, and did it excite you that the other men were seeing you naked?' he asked. "A little" I. Its not that she was not attractive, quite the contrary, she had a striking presence like a fashion model, almost European in her look, her eyes sparkled when she was excited, an engaging smile and a curious eroticism that was a puzzle to most, including me. I had known her forever and I had just been pursuing others who I thought were more interested in me and of course a physical relationship. I was eighteen after all. It was an early Saturday evening in late July when Moira called me to. I let go of her and she saw that her husband was calling her. She was at crossroads now – whether succumb to carnal pleasures and continue fucking me or take a moral stand and stop this. She chose the former and disconnected the call. But I was in a different frame of mind altogether.I made her squat on all fours like a bitch and mounted her bare. The wet pussy and the lubricated cock were complementary. After a few strokes, I asked her to call her husband on the cell. She looked back at me in.