For a Friday night it wasn't too busy at the bar. I got home at around 10:30 pm, and as usual, I was greeted warmly by my Mother when I walked in. "He... Sean! How are you hunnie?" My Mom yelled from the living room. The last time I heard her voice before this, she was confirming plans to get fucked by a twenty-something-year-old big dicked stud. I was thrown off. "I'm okay," I replied, but it was barely a yell. I tossed my duffle bag in my bedroom and walked down the hallway to the living room.. . well, everything! She haddark hair, a tan complexion, a tiny waist, and big, full breasts. Herlegs seemed to go up and up and up. Her maid dress was tiny, and seemedtoo small. Josh could actually see all the way up to her waist under herpuffy, short dress, and saw the black fishnet pantyhose go all the wayup. Here heels were strappy 6" heels, no platforms, and Josh was amazedat how she could walk in them.At the time, he thought it was his imagination... but he thought he sawlittle padlocks. My morning journey results in my body being ****d by horny men, all fighting with each other, naked and holding their prized erections, trying hard to maneuver in against me and brush their prizes against my flesh and release their seed, the hottest battles around my buttocks and thigh tops, where those connected to me as one, release their loads, on fertile ground.'Tickets please', I am jolted from my dirty little scenario, by a kindly looking old man, the ticket inspector, a crimson coloring. She was wearing a light pink sleeveless dress which buttoned up the front, and had a loose full skirt. Her shoes were black mid heels, and due to the weather, she had no hosiery on. "Will you have a soda, Mrs. Gayle?" "I'm sorry there aren't any chairs out," I said. She replied, "Thank you, Trev...yes, I'd love a soda, and I can just sit on the fresh cut grass," she said. So, she demurely sat down with her legs straight out in front of her, but crossed at the ankles. It was then I noticed that.