"You know it's against the law to fuck your mother in an office like this," she spat back at me."You liked it," I grinned."You forced me to like it; I...can't control my body's reactions when they are forced into stimuli," mother drew on her cigarette, but she was blushing profusely."But you weren't forced to suck off uncle Roger or to ride his big cock were you mother?" I sniggered."Nathan!" she screeched."This fascination you have with tights, pantyhose, stockings, knickers and lingerie. I know. After seeing your dick, I’d think you’d be happy to have your big-cocked bosses taking care of her fat-lipped pussy for you. Some men are made for fucking, and others are made for eating our leavings. So just relax and enjoy the rest of the evening, while we repeatedly inseminate your whore of a wife.”Leonard was sitting toward the end of the divan, and I was next to him, in a position to watch Jim skewer my wife on his big cock. The sounds and smells of sex were filling the room, and my dick. “And what about you Noel? What do you think?” I said back to Noel trying to embarrass him but I’m pretty sure that wasn’t possible at this point.“Yeah, why not”, he shrugged laughing. “Why not what?” I queried. “I would. I would do you”, he smirked and Craig was hiding practically behind his jacket at this point showing a little bit more respect than his pal.“Craig. Would you do me?” I laughed, again giving nothing away of my intentions but keeping the conversation alive. Craig was a shy big. The T-Shirt tucked nicely into the skirt giving her figure much more definition. Just as she placed her wet socks beside her jeans, she heard the sound of piano music lilting along the corridor. She raised her eyebrows in appreciation and paused, savouring the romantic melody. Her head swayed with the phrasing and she found herself stepping lightly through the house in search of the source.She paused at the doorway to the lounge and watched as Emma looked out of the window, her body swaying as.