You lied on the ground, butt up, screaming and twisting in orgasm while one stranger held you and the other one continued finger fucking you, massagin... your G-spot with two fingers in your pussy and one in your ass.The orgasm slowed down and he played with your pussy, soft, but kept the finger in your butt.You where breathing heavily, and the young one laughed.Looks like the bitch likes to be handled by real men. He still held you tight.The old one asked you. Are you a real slut? Are you? You. .. I'm OK. I just feel so badly for your mom and dad ... and Vinnie. What a terrible thing to happen," she said.Nikki crossed the living room to stand beside her mother. She silently took her hand and looked up at Tom."Is Grampa Blanton going to get better?" she asked with little girl directness."I think so, Nikki," he replied, smiling. "It's just going to take time."Tom moved to Vinnie who had been sitting in a chair on the other side of the room from the group."We'll need to have a meeting on. -" "Aah, no talking for you there, I’ll ask the questions. Do you like this? Would you like me to stop?" She asked rhetorically leaving her shirt which clung to her tanned athletic body like a glove not budging an inch as she slowly moved her hands down to her shorts where she hooked a thumb in either side. Again I stammered but this time I managed to get it out."Anna our parents are downstairs, you sisters.." she cut me off. "Well if you want me to stop then I can." She said this with no. Look my signature's identical, - J Bentley." Tell that to the judge," giggled Ellie."Well it'll have to do," grumbled Jacky, "I just sorted out all his other business this morning and completed a deal. I can still do the business side of things provided nobody needs to witness him actually signing his signature. The longer I can keep Jack's disappearance a explained as 'family business back east', the better my chances of turning things around. It's this damned ID business that flummoxes me. .