I mean Snapple!” Mrs. Bresh gave me a bemused look and adjusted her top. I felt a foot brush against my shin. I knew that it wasn't my mother's b...cause she was getting my drink. The foot lingered there, seemingly waiting for me to move. Then it moved slowly up my shin to my thigh. The toes flexed against my muscular thigh. I looked at Mrs. Bresh who was looking at my mother. She adjusted her chair without moving her foot away from my thigh. She leaned slightly over the table affording me a. Jim turned to the man who had cum in her mouth, "$25 bucks, man, " and the man paid him, "That was cheap, she gives good head!" and Jim smiled, swatted her on the ass, "Get in the car, you've given your performance, Slut!" and she slinked into the front seat, utterly ashamed of herself. Her asshole burned from its recent violation as she squirmed in the seat and Jim headed off, she dreaded the next time he stopped, the embarrassment was too much for her, but for some reason she couldn't bring. When she saw me watchng her getting ****d, the guy fucking her pussy grabbed her body and flipped her over on top of him, which was a que for the guy by me to get behind her. She saw what was about to happen and as she tried to get away, the guy in front of her started choking her till she opened her mouth to catch a breath then he shoved his cock all the way down her throat. As my wife was being facefucked, the last guy to have fun with her got in position and spit on her ass, took his finger. “I know!” Daria said, “If he finds me we’ll just end up in bed again and I’ll never get away.”“A younger man, that’s what you need.” Jules added.“I’ve never had a lover younger than myself.” Daria said.Everyone was silent for a moment, and then the obvious occurred to all three of us.Jules stared at Daria, then at me.Daria stared at Jules, then at me.I stared at Daria, then Jules, then Daria again. Jules laughed, Daria looked confused, and I have no idea what I looked like.“Oh no.” Daria.