Dad started asking Emily and Mom how we all started to fuck each other. He’d heard a lot of it last night, but evidently not the sexy details, which...Emily was glad to supply. It was strange, but not in the weird way that we had been talking before, to hear Mom and Dad talking openly and explicitly about sex.Emily had moved to get into Mom and Dad’s conversation and Laura got up and sat down next to me on the couch.“I really do want to thank you again for what you said to me yesterday,” Laura. She was twitchy, and wiggled in her seat, continuously distracted. We talked for a while; Rach telling me about some of the times she had masturbated watching me. I was surprised that they didn’t always involve watching me masturbate. She masturbated to me working out. She masturbated to me measuring my cock. She even masturbated to me sleeping once, explaining that I had had a hard on while I slept, and she had imagined I was dreaming about her. “You don’t have to imagine any more” I. I tried to rise, but with my arms still trapped in my jacket this was a futile effort even before I felt the weight of her taller and heavier frame come down on my lower back, and the pressure of her breasts rested below my shoulder-blades. My first noise was a weak protesting squeak, as the woman expertly pulled my tight black mini-skirt up around my hips, and then with one forceful tug she ripped my skimpy thong-style panties down to just above my knees. The next thing – making me squeal. But even the single most common—123456—is only used by 0.2% of people. The real question is what would be the most likely password for Georgia.PasswordWe completely cleaned out Georgia’s room last night, packed the clothes in boxes marked ‘Goodwill’ and ‘Second Hand Hooker Supply,’ and piled them in the corner. We flipped the mattress on Georgia’s bed and put clean linens on it. All the sex toys, ropes, cuffs, gags, whips, plugs, and other accoutrements went into a box that was destined for a.