.. it was on a bicycle... hanh... that's how I... hanh... how I lost... hanh... you know..."Did the bicycle teach her how to move, too? I wanted to as... that but didn't. I was sure that she'd had more than a bicycle seat fucking her hairy pussy and I must admit I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't been her first and that she wasn't the 'nice girl' she pretended to be. And the fact that I'd felt guilty about fucking her was beginning to add anger to my emotional load.I rolled off of her limp. Do you wish this was mommy's pussy?...you wanna' fuck mommy?...you can call me mommy if you want..." This was driving Carrie wild. She turned and started walking back up stairs. She peeled her shirt off before she made it to the top of the steps and was kicking her shorts off as she walked into the bedroom. Krista was under her brother with her legs wrapped around his waist. He was thrusting hard and fast."You know you can't take mommy's place." Carrie said as she climbed into bed with her son. Have you eaten anything? Can you stay? What’s the plan?”Steph shook her head, “I don’t know. I drove most of the night. I cried the whole way from Boston to here. Everything I own is in my car. I got here at six o’clock this morning, but didn’t want to wake anybody. If you don’t want me, I’ll go away somewhere else.”“Oh, Baby, it’s all right. We want you. It’s going to be just fine.”Another pair of arms wrapped around Stephanie from behind her, turned her, and hugged her. Sandy kissed her. A ring at the door bell told us the limo was there. We locked up and strolled hand in hand to the limo. I caught the driver giving Gypsy the once over. He looked at me and gave me the, 'you undeserving lucky little punk bastard!' smirk. I smiled and winked, "Monster cock!" I whispered, giving myself a hearty grope. He shut the door behind me with a bit more force than usual I'm sure. I laughed. He already had instructions where to take us, so without wasting words, off we went. Gypsy and I.