I don't know what was more shocking? My daughter being treated like a slut or I was beginning to feel a warm, tingling sensation between my legs. What...was wrong with me? My daughter being fucked by two black men was turning me on. My hands were now inside my scrubs rubbing my pussy through my panties. It has been such a long time since I felt a hard dick between my legs. On my lips and in my mouth. I found myself feeling envious of Gwen. It has been four years since my divorce from Gwen's. "I won't go through that again."It was difficult with all the tubes, bandages, and splints, but I got my purse from the drawer. From it, I got my phone. I dialed Green's number.He answered, "What's up? Make it fast, I'm in a deposition." I'm in the hospital. It's bad." Hold on." I heard him muttering something to whoever he was with. Then there was a pause. I heard a door close. "Alright. Tell me everything."I told much, about the party, about the Painter, the Engineer, and the little game they. Now, seeing her completely disrobed again, Susan found her body coming alive with growing lust.A man's hands glided smoothly over the proud cones of Melinda's tits. Thumbs pressed down atop the stiff nipples topping each creamy mound. The younger woman moaned and trembled. Her dark eyes fluttered close and her sensual mouth writhed in passion.Susan inched the door open a bit more, but was still unable to see Phil. Only his forearms and his constantly tit-fondling hands were visible.Phil's. ’ She looked at me a little uncertainly and I was stung by the hurt in her clear eyes. ‘Are you sure?’ she asked, her face still questioning at my imagined affront. ‘Aye, absolutely.’ I smiled weakly in an effort to convince Josephine of my sincerity, the weakness of the smile due to the close call I’d just had when Josephine almost withdrew the offer. Then with an unexpected shift of mood, which I was beginning to see was characteristic of Josephine, she asked me outright if I’d like to go for.