Theycontinued to stare at me.I was sat down at the table and was given a doll to hold. I was alsogiven a bottle. "You're too little to use a tea cup,"...said the mom.Sandy took out a camera and took pictures of me while the other momsfawned over how cute I looked.The bottle was full of orange juice and the boys were given somethingto drink. I'd never felt so girlish as I did sitting there with alleyes lusting after me. The chair was purposely high and I couldn'ttouch the ground so I swung my. It was well appointed no personal items like photos or nick nacks. It had the touch of a decorator who was trying for a lived in look. Something that might appear to every ones taste then made my way to the bedroom to see what I might find. There was a basic bedroom set with fresh crisp sheets. I went through the drawers and closet looking for something I could use later. Sexy clothes, a vibrator, dildo, lube or anything. My search turned up nothing. The only thing I found were some single. She was feeling as if he had reached up to her stomach. She was quite shocked that she was able to take all of it without much trouble.One part of her brain which was sensible and reasonable told her that this is her son’s best friend, she was old enough to be his mother and he was about to rape her. His cock was still inside her. The slutty part of her brain was saying most of it- he is young, good looking with good stamina.He could give her what she was craving for. At her age, how many. I stood up, my cock erect and glistening with spit. I helped Holly up, and bent her over the couch. She was on her knees, with her face against the couch cushion. “Lube me up Brandy” I said. Stephanie was free, so she grabbed the tube of lube. Steph squirted some in her hand, which she rubbed into my cock, and then she fingered Holly’s tight asshole. ‘Brittany’ moaned as the lube was worked into her ass. I stepped up. I had to bend my knees some to get my cock down to her asshole. Stephanie.