I jumped a littleand started formulating a question, "What..." but before I finishedasking Susie told me, "You are using my daughter's butt hole, so i... isjust fair that I use yours, don't you think?" I wasn't sure what to say,but I was enjoying Meg's mouth and it felt nice putting my finger in her,so I just say, "It sounds fair." Susie told me, "This is called a buttplug, you will get more familiar with it later." I kept admiring Meg'slabia while I kept caressing what later I would learn was. ‘Hi Maggie, you look terrific … I love those stockings.’ ‘Thank you Jamie, gallant as always,’ she chuckled and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. ‘Don’t encourage him, Mags,’ Mum put in laughing as she came downstairs after changing, ‘or the next thing you know he will be grabbing your arse!’ She dug her finger hard into my ribs as she went past and skilfully trumped my play, ‘Aren’t my stockings worth a mention as well?’ She was wearing THOSE stockings again, I knew that it had to be for. In our culture live a group of men who prey on women.I don't want you to get the wrong idea, they don't rape or beat them.This group is more diabolical then that. They mount the women.No, No, No. Not stand on them. They physically pour themselves insidethe hapless victims. They then are able to posses them. They make thewomen have lots of sex and party.How do I know all of this? Because I am one of them. Hahahahahah.Chapter 2 Zack's story.There are some rules to being a hopper. First off no one. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck."The word was music, sounding every time he pushed deep inside of her. He pushed up off her body and watched her tits bounce with every thrust. It was gorgeous."Oh, fuck," Andrea continued. Her hands grasped his hips, encouraging Mark to thrust faster. Her fingers worked to the front of his shirt, loosing the buttons all the way up to the collar. Her hands slipped the work-shirt from his body before dropping back to his waist. She then lifted his tee-shirt upward and tossed.