He didn't especially like listening to politicians, neither do I. He wanted to work for himself His old man was a druggist. He didn't want to do that ...hen he got out. We had a half-assed idea that we'd do something besides fishing together when we got back."Rod would look down at his drink a long time before saying anything. Gail had learned to sit quiet during these silences. He drank and went on. "We had our own apartment in Saigon that we shared. One day, we came back from some real rough. So I decided I just watch they will never notice me she was to busy sucking my husband hard dick like there was no tomorrow and he loves eating pussy and believe you me he can eat pussy as good as any woman. Well I was getting so so horny so I step back and pulled my summer dress off and my nipples where so hard and my pussy was so wet it was running down my leg. I couldn't believe how horny I was watching my friend and my husband working each other to a mind explosion. Well I knew my friend. Then she gently caresses her pussy lips and clit area and her head fell back slightly as her eyes lids half closed with a look of pleasure and arousal on her face. I was really perspiring and just sitting there watching not having a clue if I should do anything at all. I think all the blood in my brain had by then rushed into my cock leaving me unable to think clearly anyhow.Suddenly I heard some foot steps and a really big blondish guy stepped around the corner of the book shelves coming in. " Oh, that's what Uncle Jessie did with you, huh mom?" He didn't even care I was tight. I still remember it like yesterday. Jessie guided his cock's head to my vaginal opening. I felt the warmth of it there for a second, and then the sharp pain. It felt like Jessie was ripping me a new entrance as he jammed his hard nine inches inside. Even though I was as wet as a mop, I started to cry as I felt warmth trickle out. I knew it was not my natural moisture. Jessie had torn my hymen. It felt as.