I tried to insert the finger into my slot, but it was not going. There was an obstruction. Where from the juices comes out then? I tried with my littl... finger. Ah, it could find the way! I perspired and sighed while my little finger was moving fervently in and out of my lava hole. Then there…oh…I shivered. Something was moving up my legs. I had completely forgotten the presence of my father. It was his hand. I stilled in shock. My father was fumbling up my thighs. I couldn’t decide what to do.. Her cunt was soon dripping semen onto the floor.When the last of them finished getting his cock cleaned, they ordered sexy bitch Helena: “Bitch, now you clean up your mess." She turned around still on her hands and knees; starting to lick up all the spunk off the floor; as her round butt was now raised high.One of the black men got behind her and pulled out the butt plug. Her tight asshole was now stretched and stayed gaped open. The same guy who had removed the plug pushed his cock into her. I said I couldn’t take my mind off what we did last and she said her too, she sucked her husband off just an hour or so before his friend came over. She said he loved blow jobs and she loved the taste of his cum. I asked how long it had been since she blew someone other than her husband. She said do you want the truth, I said yes, she said when she was very pregnant the last time she was horny 24/7 and wasn’t getting it at home at that point. She said she went to pick up some baby stuff about. He was eighteen or nineteen. Being a good Southern boy, he even had two names…Lee Earl. The amazing thing was how sweet he was to the gap toothed little kid. I remember that summer my mother had put my hair up in curlers for the first time. It was horrible: these tight curls all over my head that no matter how much you brushed them would do nothing. But nothing did me except walk up to his house and show Lee Earl. He said something about me being a real beauty when I grew up and my world was.