As I got out of my car I noticed that the van was rocking slightly and I guessed that Mel and Marsha were already "doing lunch."I was just closing my ...oor when I heard, "Oh yes baby, like that; just like that." It was Marsha's voice. I got back into my car and sat there and waited to see them get out of the van. I started out with my window open, but after the third, "Fuck me harder, oh God fuck me harder" I rolled up the window to close out the sound.It was a twenty minute wait, but eventually. He was quiet handsome I thought, with some hope to my fate. Could a handsome man be cruel? I was trussed at the foot of the mast, ropes binding my arms behind me. I was surrounded by men. Tall men, short men, fat men, skinny men. Men of various colors and styles. Men with missing limbs or patches over their eyes. Men of various ages, some quite young, almost c***dren, and others much older, graying and losing their hair. I had never seen so many different men. It frightened and yet thrilled. I’ve spent all my life with an incomplete and incorrect idea about men and women joining. Now I see what I have missed and that needs to be fixed.”We coupled repeatedly that night and through the next day, eager for each other and talking a lot. She was ready for an expansion of her experiences, and I could look forward to a sudden growth in her sexuality that I would assuredly benefit from.The biggest undecidedness was how this could come about. I had no ideas. Would she want to screw friends. As I told she like to hug me I always try to touch my fingers on her ass and boobs but very carefully not want to let her to get any clue about it. most of the time I left my hand rest on her chootar (ass) when I talking to her on bed and try to squeeze a little bit innocently, try to rub her back and touches her breast and she hug me I always feel her nipples on my chest. One night I was very horny and mom just came to the room after working her ass off whole day in house chores, she was.