.I don't know what to say!" I stammered as the scene brought back the memories I didn't know I still had."I think the thing I remember is that she did...'t stop even when she saw me. The men finished in her and only after they were gone did she pull her bra up to cover her tits." I know. She told me the whole story." Heather said.The men were getting done. They were both groaning. The one in mom's ass came first. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, rubbing his huge member, milking the last drops of cum. He kissed my thighs a lot and then started on my bottom. I hadn’t a clue what he was saying half the time but he kept making comments about my bottom as he kissed it over and over again. He also gave my breasts a lot of attention too when I took my top and bra off. Abdul crept stairs and stood in the doorway quietly watching. Zeki hadn’t seen him. I waived him away and then went and closed the door. I had the impression that most of Zeki’s sexual encounters had been through Abdul sharing. ” We were in her room, sitting on her bed. I hesitated, “I just don’t want to.” “That’s not a good reason. What are you going to do with yourself instead?” “Fine!” “Yay,” she preened, triumphant. She kissed me to make it seem like it would all be worth it. It was not. “Oo, Mr. Valentine, you’re coming with us this time?” Ashley’s husky voice chimed in from the doorway. The door was propped open to help cool the room down. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously as she sashayed towards us.. I already mentioned her height, she was barefoot and towered over me by six or seven inches. I usually considered myself somewhat tall at five-foot-seven, well except for that plane trip that found me sitting amongst a Women’s National Basketball Association (WNBA) team. She wasn’t a basketball player, she was closer to looking like one of the American Gladiators from that old television show. She was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts and looked a little dusty, probably from unpacking. Her.