I really was, I mean I am, but Mom kept asking me questions that I didn’t know how to answer. I thought you still expected me to stick to the rules,...so I just told her I wasn’t interested in you to shut her up.”“And then she told my mom, who knew I really liked you, and she assumed the worst.”“Wait, how did she know you really liked me?” Her question was accompanied by the kind of grin that said she already knew the answer.Josh wiped his face to cover his increasing embarrassment. “I didn’t. "Sounds a little wild," she said. "Think they'd invite me too?" The more the merrier!" Randi winked. "I'll ask them."The men were only too happy to have Chelsey join them too. When the reception drew to a close, the six of them went to Brent's apartment, which was nearby. Randi's heart was racing so fast with excitement that she could barely climb the stairs.God, can I really take it? she wondered. Being fucked by all of them? Even with Chelsey here to share it, that's still a lot of. He had imagined that it might be wishful thinking on his part, but Sandra had seemed to be upset by his references to the farm worker, and now, she was mewling with excited desire! A change certainly had come over her, he thought, remembering the uncooperative disinterested wife he'd first met six months ago, and on his subsequent visit three months later, her shabby, gone-to-seed appearance. Nevertheless, he'd been interested in what lay beneath that dowdy exterior, but of course, had never. He was gone, at least for now. Lea was aware of the sensation between her legs when she walked across the apartment to the small bathroom. As she sat on the toilet her hand stole to her pussy. Her fingers found their way into her wetness. She cried because she had enjoyed what the fat old man did to her. She loved it when he spilled in her mouth and she greedily swallowed it. No more secretly sticking her fingers into her pussy after Tim had made love to her, and then tasting the slime. From.