The guys stepped past Bruce and begin to pull at me as I tried to fight them off. One of them grabbed my foot as I tried to kick and pulled me off my ...alance. I fell to the floor and another grabbed my other foot as I tried to do the same with it. They pulled me to the mattress and all begin to try and undress me, finding it hard to do, with me not being cooperative, one of them said 'fuck this' and straddled my chest and begin to slap me across the face as hard as he could. I could not even. . He was a serious hottie and if Michael had a problem it was that he knew it. He'd been spoiled by women his whole life and I was probably the worst."Mom, this is Michael, a friend of mine from college. Mike, meet Mom," I giggled nervously and hoped Mom wouldn't jump the gun and assume the worst about us, that we were having sex."Hello, Michael," Mom said cautiously, wiping her hands dry and smiling in her blue summer dress. It looked nice on her."Hi. Nice to meet you," he smiled and nodded.. They always put on perfume too, subtle, but we always noticed it when Mom came in, to make sure we were in bed. As soon as we noticed the "signals' we'd get excited too. We'd tease each other's pussies and get each other hot."When we heard them get in bed, the lights went out, and it got real quiet, we'd slip into the hall and up on the stairs. We got very good at getting in place quietly. We loved to watch, and would finger each other, or sometimes go down as the other while watching. After. "Do it, do it!"Ginger was a miniature goddess, a perfect sex symbol and it was hard to look at her or watch her walk by without feeling your cock tremble. Long-legged for her five-two, she had decent hips and a great rack; the pair of round beauties the size of softballs that now filled my hands. I squeezed. She purred and gasped, "Deeper damn it. Fill me up." She was young but maturing very rapidly.I rolled over so I was atop her, got up on my toes as my sleeping bag slid down my back and left.