“Seemingly normal, modest, married women who are either maneuvered or tricked into having sex with somebody other than their husbands.” “That’... pretty much it,” I nodded. “Yes, but the interesting part was that the husbands didn’t object. In what I read, they either participated in the seduction or made the arrangements. Are you one of those?” “Before I answer that, what did you think about the women?” She looked away and took a moment to think about that. “Well, one of them was just a. "Okay, baby girl," Ursula told her.I watched carefully, noting the small disturbances Gabriella left as she scampered across the rocks, kicking up red dust and leaving behind her bare foot prints. We had to cross naked. We couldn't seem to make our cheerleader uniforms transparent.Gabriella reached the summit of the hill. I waited, Ursula's hand squeezing down hard on my shoulder. She could be overprotective of her daughter sometimes. But Gabriella was more than competent. She had her mother's. Pull down your thong and demonstrate who's the boss."As humiliating as it was, I knew better than to resist. I inchedforward on my knees, still gripping her calf, and pressed my crotchagainst her leather-encased shin. My hips moved with a will of theirown, powered by my sex drive, and I hunched against the front of theboot like a dog mounting an bitch. When I made the mistake of glancingup at her, she was grinning down at me with leering triumph. That wasone more helping of shame on top of. Donkey-dick and the Asian had some staying power and had stroked themselves hard again as they watched the tremendous African cock plowing my gash deep and hard, his strokes impressive in their speed and precision, barely keeping inside on each pullback yet never losing rhythm as he slammed back in. The other two boys had finally recovered as well, and the lot of them clustered around my face and tits, cocks of various sizes slapping my cheeks and punishing my throat, grinding my tits and.