"Vicky turned to Pancho. His face was deadpan. Another exchange rapidly. Isaw a troubled look on Vicky's face. She was quiet. Pancho was looking atme ... big grin on his face.Dolly spoke to us in English. "Don't worry guys. I can't let you do thisfor me. I am happy to have new friends but he wants too much." What exactly does he want?" I asked."Well, he wants to fuck you. I don't care. I have been used before. But Ican't let you guys get involved. Let's go," Dolly stood up, stubbing outher cigar.. She was invariably friendly and proved herself to be a “toucher,” always patting his hand or playfully taking his arm.“It’s so nice having an older guy friend, Brad,” she said more than once. “Not that you’re old, not at all. But more mature, I guess. And you’re so really, really sweet. You need to find a gal to settle down with.”“We’ll see,” he would say.At one barbecue in their backyard, Brad noticed that she glanced at him frequently even when she was talking to someone else, and she later. The boys took this as their cue and circled around her and tugged their swim trunks down. Every dick was rock hard and the excitement level was overwhelming. She leaned forward and began sucking the nearest dick feverishly as she grabbed another two and began masturbating them. Some of the boys - and she couldn’t see who - started fondling her large breasts, cupping them with their hands and playing with the erect nipples. So here she was, on her knees, surrounded by her son’s friends,. "This is horrible, just horrible," she sobbed and tried to hide behind Christi.A car horn cut off Mommy's reply. The driver parked the battered black sedan between the women and the staring boy, then got out and opened the trunk. "Ladies," he motioned for them to climb inside. Unlike the luxurious carpeted space Kathy had shared with Christi on the night of their big date, this trunk was filthy, filled with oily rags, tires and various automotive apparatus. "You girls just make yourselves at.