I mean, you looked a little horrified when you came home and found mom and I fucking, which is totally understandable. A little over a day later you�...re sitting here dressed like you’re ready to fuck! I’m not complaining, in fact I’m delighted, but I’d love you to tell me why you want to fuck with us.”“It’s kinda simple really.” She replied. “That first night I got home and I was watching you and Mom fuck from my window, and the feelings in my cunt I just can’t describe, but it as sooo fucking. She asked how far we have gone. I told her the truth about that too. When Janet got naked, she reached out and started to stroke my soft cock. She also started to stroke John. I could see John was getting hard again. I was still scared as hell and was not getting as excited as John was. Janet leaned over to me. She whispered in my ear that she wanted to watch me suck off John. I was shocked. I never in my wildest imagination would I think she would want to see that. I did not want to do it with. Frankie had only done this once before but knew she had made Sue cum in buckets when she had licked her so she got to work, pulling out her lips finding the nub of Chris’s now swollen clit she flicked her tongue hard over it backwards and forwards increasing her speed with each lash of her tongue, she got so carried away with satisfying Chris that she didn’t feel Ian bring her to her first orgasm until she started to shake and her juice squirted from her straight into his face.At more or less. So,for my readers, the good ones, yeah, you can already guess the end of thestory, now summed up in paragraph three without having to read threehundred more pages of story, which to me, was quickly becoming boring,diluted and overworked. For that I do apologize.I'll say what The Beatles used to say in the early 60's: " If you don'tlike something, well, we're sorry. But, if you really don't like it,well then, Fuck off!" Please remember, I write for "MY" pleasure, tokeep my hand in as a story.