." she stammered."Oh! I'm sorry mom!" I mumbled, ashamed and fled the bathroom, forgetting that I still had my mother's panties in my hand!I jumped in...o bed and only wasting time to shed my boxers before I hid under the blankets, two of them inside a påslakan. It was in mid October and the wind was cold and just listening to it whine while it hit itself against the walls of the house made you shiver. But it wasn't because of that that I hid under the blankets. I was ashamed, and a little. I remember looking around at all these women with their hairy pussys, all slighly different in colour and in thickness. I also looked in amazement at their breasts, some small, some bigger, and then the women who had really big breasts, and also their nipples were all different types and sizes. I remember my auntie saying stop staring, but the women did’nt care, most of them were mums and they were’nt bothered. it was more the teenage girls who did’nt like it. Anyway as we stood and got changed. Bitch and as he was saying that he pick me up and bent me over turn me around and jackhammer that big old cock and my pussy I'm pretty sure if anyone else was out there they heard us I could hear his worker behind him telling him to beat it up there was even certain times where he let his worker get a closer look at him beating my pussy up and before I knew it he was standing in front of me but yet I kept feeling something behind me there was nothing I could really do and of course I wouldn't. “You can talk man to man here, you can ask me anything,” he said at one point.“When you are fucking a girl in the ass and green stuff comes out is that poop?” I asked. I probably shouldn’t have asked such a random question but it was the one I kept wondering. I thought poop was brown. I realized after I asked it that Dad had clearly not meant anything quite that graphic.“Okay, that one may be for your mother, or well no, not her either. Maybe the internet? I don’t really know about things like.