Being the oldest in my family, I then found out that no matter what, being the oldest made me "responsible" for whatever, and was a good rationale for...getting beaten, regardless of my strong denials; I had been caught by the super, that was his impression, he was an adult, I was just a k**, and being the oldest I had to serve as an example.Later, when our hormones got in overdrive, my buddies would voice their opinions on my mom's looks; she was stacked, and usually wearing low-cut tops showing. "A roadblock?! Fuck that. There's no way I'm gonna dealwith cops dressed like this, all slutty." She hung a quick right soshe could get onto a back road, regroup, and figure out another wayto go. She pulled off, and then the dark streets became engulfed inblue strobes. One police car pulled in front of her, one behind. "What the fuck?"One of the officers, a big redneck, came to the window and tapped onthe glass. Horrified at having to interact with someone else dressedhow she was, she sat. It's for her. Please don't cum. It's for her." She watched my cock with real concern. She almost recoiled from it, willing it to not cum.I watched it too. I was at the edge and for a moment I thought it might just spurt without anyone touching it. I calmed myself and my cock started to go soft."My good boy," said Alice. "It's for her, I just want to make sure you're ready." Am I?" I asked."Almost," she replied cryptically.-----8pm arrived. After Sarah had returned from the shops we all had. You then rub the oil down to my pussy. The oil is warm from the sun and when it touches my pussy lips it feels so good. You rub it all around massaging my clit. It is very, very wet and you continue to massage me. You are just sitting up watching me lay there receiving this pleasure from your hands. You use both hands now, one still massaging my clit and you insert your fingers from the other hand in my pussy. You start with only one finger and start slow. You hear the moans that I let out as I.