I checked the TV screen in one corner of the room and the crib in the other. The crib told me that the kid was still asleep. The TV told me that it wa... later than I thought. Jerry Springer was doing his final thought.I wondered what kind of sage advice Jerry would offer me. Life is fucked up. That’s probably what Jerry would say. The knock on the door was louder and harder this time.I opened it, flinging it open as quickly as I could, primed and ready to scream at whoever knocked.The scream. Here is where my views on women?s panties is broadened greatly as Jenny explains to me why women like to wear pretty things and how they feel against their skin. ?Bill, there?s no reason in the world you shouldn?t feel this way, too. You guys are always so damned macho that you miss out on so much. Please, Bill, just go along with me and try?? I concede, and agree to get whatever she picks out as well as to wear whatever, too. If only, I tell her, to repay her in some small way for. Before too long, he slid his stiff dick in my pussy for some hard fucking. He was all primed and quickly shot his cum wad into my cunt. Then all 4 of the guys took me over to a couch and bent me over the arm, so my ass was sticking in the air. They took turns gang-banging me. Fucking me in the ass. I sat on one guy's dick, while another fucked my ass for double penetration. They called me nasty names, like slut cum bucket, and hot bitch in heat, which I was. Nasty nympho, which I am. Several. Her being there, across from me, was making it hard for me to concentrate. “Honey,” encouraged Rozelle. “Uh—yes, Stacey Carter, Ronald Carter, this is my wife, Rozelle Carter,” I said. Pleasantries and greetings and questions about the trip down from Phoenix over with, everyone began talking at once, and then laughing kind of hysterically and then calming down and then a moment of silence ensued. And then the doorbell rang. We were all still on the patio, but I heard the doorbell and went to.