I finish worked & called round at her flat, she was chatting to another woman in the front room about her age when I went in her said hello we chatted...the mother in law ask if I wanted a drink yes plz I said so she got up & went in the kitchen I followed her asking if she was ok yes she says I put my hand up her skirt rubbing her arse, then round the front rubbing her bush, stop it will u I'm getting turned on, what do u called the woman in the front room, her names alice, I heard alice go in. ” He said.She smiled, “It was great.” She kissed him again a little more tenderly. “Thank you, Mark.” She lifted herself off his limp cock. It flopped against his abdomen with a wet splat. She got up slowly and a little unsteadily. She backed up, turned and winked at me. She picked up my beer from the coffee table and took a sip looking back at Mark.Mark seemed suddenly uncomfortable. He was avoiding her gaze and mine. He shifted, then covered himself with his towel – wiping vigorously at his. I shouted back that I didn't mean to and went to open the door. Big mistake, the young boys forced their way past me and into the stall, my clothes were being pulled open to allow them access to my body. I didn't know what was going on, they were not hurting me, even though they were removing my clothes without my consent. Within seconds their hands had removed my coat, my blouse, my bra, my skirt and were now trying to remove my nickers.How could so many hands work so efficiently together as. I think that we fell asleep because the next thing I became aware of was Kaitlyn softly saying, “Breakfast is ready.”I opened my eyes and looked at Kaitlyn. She was dressed in the same short skirt and blouse from the night before. I glanced at her legs and wondered if she had any underwear on. Marissa was standing nearby, wrapped in a white terrycloth robe with a cup of coffee in her hand. “How do you like your sausage?” Kaitlyn asked.“I don’t know. Marissa how do you like my sausage?”“Hmm, I.