Five years later mother and Frank had become an item and she had left the family home and divorced poor daddy, who consoled himself in alcohol, every ...ay going to bed the worse for booze, which made growing up for me, now the woman of the house, grow up quicker and mature in my decision making.Seeing the break-up of my parents divorce put me against such a union, sex for me was a relief valve to the stress and one of daddy's friends a man called Davy, who was exactly double my age, we shared. It was like a drug, I was addicted. I sighed as I fought the urge to slip my fingers into my tight, dripping wet pussy. "Cori, stop." I said to myself. To distract myself I turned on my TV, one of my all time favourite movies was on. "Sweet..." I thought as I put it on. I rolled my eyes as it turned out to be a sex scene. I knew I should change the channel or look away but I couldn't. I felt my juices dripping through my thong to my shorts. I watched the woman moan while the man rammed in and. I now placed my 7.5-inch cock at the entrance and slowly pushed it inside. It reached completely inside like a knife cuts through butter. Her pussy engulfed my cock eagerly like a vacuum cleaner.I began giving her strokes as my cock rammed inside her waiting pussy. My strokes began slow. But later picked speed until my circumcised dick was moving like a piston in her warm pussy hole. She had wrapped her legs around me, allowing maximum depths of her pussy to be reached.Now I was at maximum. . how can I compete with that?” She motioned with her head toward the trio.“You don’t have to compete...”“But why are they here? It seems like he was expecting them.”“Guess you’ll just have to ask; they’re headed this way.”Cindy watched them approach. Maybe it’s petty of me, but I’m not getting off this platform. It may only be six or eight inches taller, but I need to be up here looking down on them.“Cindy McCabe, meet Cassandra Cavanaugh, Vika Vishnevsky, and Anastasia Walsh.” Cindy shook.