Denise grasped my shoulder and shoved me towards the living room. "Getyour nasty ass in there slut!" She growled angrily. She forced me tomove directl... in front of my daughter."Stand right there!" She warned as she settled on the sofa besideWendy."OK Lets see" Wendy said. "Lift up that skirt so I can see if you didget excited parading around outside in that skirt bitch!" She told me.The idea of lifting up my skirt in front of my daughter caused me toturn a bright red, but she didn't care how I. She fucked me, I wouldn't say I was in charge during this session.After we were done and completely drenched in sweat and beat she got up to go get some water from the kitchen. She didn't get dressed and our friend got to see her in the freshly fucked state as they talked for a bit while she was getting the water. She was covered in sweat, rosy cheeked, hair all messed up, and a swollen pussy. At this point there was no shame for her and she was still pretty hammered. Our friend was dressed at. There is no nice way of saying it; for those four years I was an absolute slut! The last year of Don's illness had been sexless and so had the two years I'd spent in widow's weeds. When I finally decided that it was time to get on with my life I went just a little overboard. I didn't mean too, but too much to drink one night had led to some multiple partner sex and I found that I liked it. I was never what you might call a gangbang queen; never did have sex with really large groups, but three. He moved to the back door and flipped all of the switches off. The lights outside went out throwing everything into darkness. He grabbed the shotgun by the back door and picked up some extra shells. Heart racing a hundred miles an hour, he stepped onto the back porch while closing and locking the door behind him. He crouched down and ran directly to the woods, entering them near the white flag he had set there for that purpose.He found the rope that they had strung through the woods. The lights.