As we were chatting, it happened. As she stretched out for more potatoes, whilst bringing her arm back, her bracelet caught her wine glass and tipped ...he red liquid all over her skirt. Without thinking, she jumped up, unzipped the skirt, and ran over to the sink and started dabbing it with whatever you use to get wine stains out. I was transfixed - there was my mum, standing at the sink with her silk blouse now hanging loosely around her hips, with her gorgeous legs encased with tan stockings. Blank screen again. This time when it resumes I am standing, motionless, blank stare and all. Girlfriend is speaking to me."What are you good for?" She asks me."I exist only to serve and please you. I am just a set of holes, and I'm not even worth that." I say in a robot-like voice."What is your purpose" she asks me."I am barely more than a living fuck doll. A set of holes to be used for anything that pleases you" I say, in more robot-like voice."What is your name?" she asks."Whore" I. She listens at my side of the house for a moment, as if to make sure I'm definitely not home. Then, almost suddenly, she unbuttons her tight jeans. She leans against the washer, testing the knobs. As the water fills the basin inside, she sits on top, peels her pants down to her ankles. Her left hand works its way down her body toward the line of her panties, and her right hand reached under her shirt to where I could just make out that she wasn't wearing a bra.The video has no sound, so I can't. "For a long time, 5 or 6 years, she fucked anyone who smiled at her. She would see boys looking at her, and she would go over and ask them if they wanted some pussy. They would always say yes, and she would go outside and let them fuck her, No matter how many there were, or how many times they wanted to do her. She never told them "NO." She finally straightened out a bit, but, she is still a borderline nympho."Sharon looked up at the stairs, and told Misti, "We can talk some more later. Here.