There were four of us that day.There was my friend Chad who was a jokester, his girlfriend Tiffany whowas probably the most attractive girl in school ...ven though she was ayear younger than us, Amber who had been my best friend sincekindergarten, and myself, Jack Parker. It was Saturday afternoon and wewere sitting in my room. We weren't doing anything in particular, justlazing around.The orb had been sitting in my closet since I had found it two yearsbefore. To tell you the truth, I had. My mother would hear me singing and tell me I had the voice of an angel. I wasn't sure about my voice though. Mothers always say that stuff, don't they?When I wasn't singing songs from our productions, I was singing Cher. God, I loved her. Her beautiful dark hair and outlandish, glittery costumes. Add in she was a total badass. I practiced emulating her voice and thought I sounded pretty good. Her distinctive contralto voice matched my own natural range. I was proud of the day I perfected that. Flex would fuck my wife at times as if she were some street fuck slut. I would be watching the entire time. After Tony came on Flex’s cock, twice he had built up a good white lather at the base of his hard, black and shiny cock. It was then I was barked at and ordered to by Flex to lick It clean, Toni, my wife also piped in harshly “Do Itt!!!”. Strangely enough all this was turning me on, very much. I reluctantly took Flex’s cock and began licking the head and what precum there was and then. “Oh that is so nice,” she said, standing up again, licking her lips, “l’ll be thinking about that when l’m praying.” She blew him a kiss as she turned and went out of his room.David was left with a throbbing erection, and with his parents out of the house there was only one option.He walked straight into Laura’s room without knocking, to find her sat up in bed reading a magazine.“Show me your cunt,” he said, still stroking his cock.“What about, good morning sweet sister,” she replied, “how are.