The tension she’d failed to expel in the shower seemed to rise to the surface of everything.She only ever felt like she was pretending to be clean.O...ten she liked to think of him watching her. His voice telling her what to do. His eyes all over her and his cock hard in his pants. Fuck. She lifted her butt off the couch and tugged her dress up around her waist. Pushing her hand past the waistband of her underwear, she touched her smooth pussy. She already felt wet. It was him. Always. Sometimes. They waved a free hand each in response. One put a hand on his crotch. I did the splits out of a reflex, put one finger on the clit, and pretended to lick it off histrionically. The guys yelled, ran down a gangway, in distress to see more of me. Despite its low speed, the vessel made good progress. Quickly, I shook the body like a dancer in a strip club and laid down eagle spread. They enjoyed the show until the vessel was out of sight. I had a pretty good idea, what they are going to do later,. I crumpled to the floor. I was a mess. Panting, tears down my eyes, legs trembling with my pussy juices running down my legs and on the floor. I looked up and saw the three men standing there stroking their cocks. Buck asked me if I still wanted more. I replied I was not done yet…I then slowly got up and they all moved at once.The blond man sat on the couch’s edge and Buck pushed me down on him. I got on top of his lap, facing him, taking his hard cock to slide my hungry pussy down on it.. She looked up, and just stared at me with a remote glassy eyed gaze before Gary slapped her ass loudly and she yelped before smiling and pressing the side of her face to the linoleum beneath her.Only two days later - with mother acting like nothing had happened, as if I had not seen her acting so commonly with Gary on the god damned kitchen floor for fucks sake - I walked into the doorway of his study to see my mom kneeling between her husbands legs, sucking his cock without pause. Mom was.