All the c***dren were on their way to school. The older ones that worked had left for there jobs. So, I made a breakfast for Maureen and carried it to...her bedroom. Setting the tray down on the side table I waited for her to sit up. Her nightdress was open at the top and her breasts were on show but she wasn’t worried about that. “So what else are you doing for the rest of the day?”Maureen asked, “Well I thought I would make shepherd’s pie for dinner time at five, when we are all there to eat.. I whipped it out and pissed all over him, telling the k** if he ever challenged me again he wouldn’t taste my cock for the rest of life.Then the pig opened his mouth and started drinking, eyes rolling back in his head. Turns out he’s into that, too.Now, if the guys want to use him they can do it over lunch, in their trucks, or after hours, offsite. Friday night has turned into something special, let me tell you. The k** has never been happier getting gang-banged in the back-room at the local. I thought this is it..now I gotta be the whore I am and forget everything else. The wetness in between my legs kind of overpowered everything else and I kept the shwal beside the road on a bush that grew all over the lane adjacent to the highway. My nipples all hard and protruding gave a very slutty look to my whorish look. I liked the feeling. I thought of peeing and next I came beside the bush..stripped off my top and skirt and there I was standing all in my thong panty beside the bush.I was. There are no short stories. There are some people just who have short imaginations. It's like short people, who live short adventures, because they shorten the fun, by having short bravery, and don't play short stop, or wear short skirts." I was on a roll. "If you have just a short time, for a short vacation, you should order short bread, to avoid winding up with short wind, and short memories, because you settled for going on short excursions." Nothing I said made a bit of sense, unless you.