"Thanks! Good idea." I fancied some myself," she said, going to fetch her own. When she returned, "Can I sit with you?"The way Serendipity was moving,...there was no polite sitting upright on the bench seats; it was 'wedge yourself into a corner' time. If she sat with me, it meant using me as the corner to wedge herself into."If you really want to, I don't mind." Be half-hearted about it, why don't I?She chose to ignore my lukewarm response and I swapped my mug into my left hand and lifted my. I pushed his hand hard into my pussy. I wanted him to know I wanted him to go deeper in me. He got the idea and sank his fingers in me as deep as he could. I started moving my hips to the rhythm of his fingers. I looked over at my husband. It was a good thing the TV was blocking his view. If he could see his son with his fingers deep in his mother's pussy, I don't really know what he would do. My whole body was starting to respond to his fingers. Without warning he pulled his fingers out of me.. After about an hour, we went into the house and she went upstairs to her room and yelled back down to me to come up there. I went up the stairs, with only a towel around me, and she was standing in the guest bathroom door way and asked if I wanted to take a shower with her. I for SURE did and something about being naked with her excited me and I muttered an "I guess so" response and followed her in there. She tuned on the shower and pulled my towel away and told me to not be so nervous and that. We ended up a quivering mass of black and white sweaty flesh on the bed, kissing deeply and caressing his body.When he was soft I licked his cock clean and he dressed and left. The next two black studs came in and took me in quick succession, missionary style, not even allowing me to clean up between them.When the last man finished with me, he zipped up and left, leaving me sprawled on the bed, sweaty and with my now sore cunt dripping cum.Then Marcus entered the bedroom, closely followed by.