I thought she wanted me to do something for her but when i went over there was a young man, boy really, sitting at her kitchen table. She introduced h...m to me as Jody,the son of a friend hers who recently passed away. He didn't look me in the eye when he meekly said hello and I didn't think much of him for that. I was 22 at the time and liked the confidence of older men and despised the insecurity of boys. I liked being out in the world with my best friend Wendy, who was 13 years my senior, and. "I had hoped that the passage of time might temper you feelings about me and what happened last year." Don't bother..." Cindy leveled a glare as she turned to face her mother."I'm sorry you hate me so much. I'll leave you alone." Dorothy's face fell into undisguised anguish."I don't hate you. I just ... I mean..." Cindy struggled for the words that expressed the depth of her disappointment. "You have no idea how hurt daddy was - it just killed him what you did. How could to hurt someone you. Now apparently comfortable, she pointed at the next man in line. He stripped, baring another large cock, and also crawled up on the table. Straddling the first man’s legs, he took his cock in hand, and, as Lucinda lay back on the first man, he slid deep into her pussy. Incredible! And all with no sound. With two men now deep into her, Lucinda looked to the third man and curled a finger at him. I couldn’t believe it. This whole exercise was obviously choreographed. The third guy moved to stand. Agian I pressed and sucked her boobs, and then her big, deep navel. I kissed it a hundred times and sucked it a thousand times got it soaked in my saliva. She then told in my ear. ‘Dani kinda inko kannam vundi daanisangathi choodu'(There is another hole downstairs, attend to it ‘) this told me that she over heard all our sex chatting previously.) I went for her pussy which was just opened by me the previous day. I told her ‘ Chelli, nee pookuni modatisari denginadi nene kada? (Sister, Wasn’t it.