I heard of the term Trophy Wife so now I guess I could be considered a Trophy Cunt.I sat on the lap of one of the two black guys saying, “I know you... name must be Big Dick, how could I forget.” And I gave him a big kiss. We all joked around for a couple of minutes as Big Dick started feeling my thighs. The doorbell rang and I had to leave some groping hands hand behind to answer the door, although I gave them a little shake of my ass as I crossed the room.Four more guys entered including two. .." Get back to work and leave my niece alone, because I don't seem to remember your job being to hit on teenage girls." My aunt Glinda angrily told the man."A teen? Geez I thought that she was way older than that because of..." The worker stopped there, looked at my boobs, and walked off.As he walked away I saw a piece of paper fall out of his pocket.My mind was telling me to go pick it up. And I jumped when Glinda spoke, "What are you doing here? Not so homesick as you thought?" I have been. “Ready for a half dozen eggs, a pound or so of bacon and a few biscuits?” she asked. “We had a vote, and most of us decided that you deserved a little more sleep.”“Most?” he questioned.“Well, all, as you darn sure know after screwing us half to death last night.Pretending, the Prime groaned as he sat up. “I may never walk again, and it was my wives who kept wanting more.” Then, after a moment as he stared down at his limp member, “I think my dick is broken,” he said as an aside.“Oh, bull. Tell. When I entered, it was dim, but lighted with about 15 flickering candles. The room smelled amazing and I could tell my mom put some effort into making that night special for me. When she came into the room, who else was with her but old man Harold, with his thin wispy white hair, flabby belly, and goofy clothes. In my mind, I was expecting this chiseled Adonis to walk through the door, so you could imagine my disappointment.Harold then spoke to me, “Oh Britt, you have blossomed into a gorgeous.