"Yogurt....." I managed, still not thinking straight, and they alllaughed. I didn't know why. Maybe yogurt was a funny word. "Yogurt.Yogurt."It didn't...make me laugh.I focussed on a couple of the.......delivery guys. Bruce the neanderthal.Probably a couple of local drunks looking for a good time.I struggled again."Don't fight it," Lyn said. "Try to enjoy yourself, Goodtime Girl." But in the rest room......" I began, beginning to think coherently, butnot realising the world had become skewered. Mom had her head down and turned away. I lifted her chin, and looked into her puffy, watery eyes.“Have you been crying, mom?” I asked her.“No… it’s just…”Mom couldn’t hold it in any longer and she fell on me, crying. “I’m sick and tired of your father being with that bitch Reema.” She sobbed vocally. “What did I do to deserve this?”I held her tight and started stroking her back comfortingly. “It’s okay mom, don’t worry about him. You have me.” I said, kissing her head.Slowly our grip on each. We left for the city and reached the hotel. Next day they rested and I was free to visit the city around the day. But at night they called me after dinner in their room. I reached there around 10 pm.Nisha opened the door and she was half naked but till then I was comfortable with both of them so I didn’t feel hesitated and neither they. She was wearing a nighty and her breast was almost visible. She invited me to sit with them on the bed and made me feel relax.Now Amit told me what they planned. Suddenly her phone went off, a message came in. She grabbedthe phone with her other hand and kept rubbing herself. It was a picture from jay, of his hand down hisboxers and a bulge clearly visible. She opened her camera and snapped a picture of her hand coveringup her wet pussy and sent it. Jay replied “Can’t show me the pussy? You little cocktease ;)” She replied“I am so horny baby” to which he replied “Aww little Jalisa needs some dick? How much dick do youneed sweetheart” “All of it” she.