As soon as she reached the elevators, five males approached her. Their ages ranged from twenty to twenty-five years old. “You're Becca, right?” t...e man with brown hair and brown eyes asked her. “Yes,” she answered. “That would be me.” “I'm Kyle,” he told her, as he extended his right hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you.” “Same here,” Becca replied, as she shook Kyle's hand. Becca shook hands with the group as Jacob, Tyler, Patrick, and Anthony also introduced themselves to her. Becca had. The woman in those pictures was so unlike the woman I'd known for almost twenty years. Charlene was the poster child for normal, demure and reserved behavior. Our sex life was fine but certainly not anything like what I had witnessed in the pictures much less the wild uninhibited sex we'd just had. She had never been flirtatious around other men and off color jokes would produce only a shy giggle or two.Yet, that same woman had come home wearing a slut's outfit with a video showing our friends. Amazingly I find myself thrusting against Barry, to my shame and immense pleasure, "oh God yeah," I moan out loud. Barry senses this and really start to take pleasure from what he's doing to me, giving me even more pleasure, he's pushing me along the the forest floor at this point. To my shock and horror my moans and groans join Barry's grunt, I've gotten my ruined pants down to my ankles where they're pooling around the tops of my boots. I find my hand snaking it's way up under my shirt, it. ” I stammered, surprised. “Sshh. Let Ashley take care of you.” She whispered out of the corner of her mouth around my fingers. “But Ashley…mmph…ah Mom and Dad.” I said as she took my fingers out of her mouth and gave me a kiss on the lips. As her hand continued to play with my fingers she brought her other up and caressed my cheek, bringing her face close, “I don’t care, so long as I can have you to myself for just a few more hours.” Her voice was so soft, pushing into my head.