I was softly murmuring protests as our kisses grew deeper. She kept whispering to me how beautiful I was as she started to undress me. Her hands seeme... to be shaking with anticipation as she unbuttoned my skirt. As she tried to push my skirt down over my hips, I was weakly trying to hold it up softly whispering, "No", but not really meaning it. I stood with my skirt in a pool around my ankles, mortified with embarrassment. Already topless, scared, but unwilling to tell her no. She gently pushed. Being the good sub that she is, she followed intently. I guided my cock into her very wet cunt and began fucking her hard! Bob was jacking his cock near her face, I knew he was going to cum soon, so I told him to cum on her tits. A few seconds later and Bob shot 4 ropes of cum across her magnificent tits as I held her hips, fucking her hard. I had never seen Bob cum like that, he usually just dribbles a couple drops of cum. Vicky scooped up his cum with her fingers and before she could put it. It’s not that they didn’t make much money. They did. They just didn’t have the interest. That kind of parenting is good for making a girl self-sufficient but not good for developing her sense of trust. Maybe that’s why I always let Susan lead me around so much in high school. I knew she would always be there. I trusted that if I needed help and I called, she’d show up somehow, someway—at least until we got into college. In high school, we were each other’s rocks. It wasn’t until she wigged out. “What do you want to do then?” I asked.“I don’t know, do something!” she said.I knew she meant ‘pimp me to another man.’ But I took it as ‘you’ do something,’ and pulled her towards me.“Oh, what are you doing?” mom asked. She was a bit shocked, of course.“You asked me to do something, and I’m doing it,” I said and kissed her lips. She reciprocated but for only one time and broke the kiss.“Honey, this is wrong,” mom said but still had her arms on me and didn’t get away from me a bit.“It’s not..