" Don't sweat it Mom, the next time will be much better." How can you promise that?" Next time mother, I will set it up ahead of time with guys who I ...now can do it right. But for now we need to get dressed and hurry home to our hubbies."How did I end up in a motel room with my mother and two guys we picked up in a bar? It all started out because my mother and I got drunk together one night. My father was out of town on business and my husband had taken a week off from work to go fishing in. You also have children running around in all the homes under construction.”“Can we please locate the person driving the front-end loader to determine their age? It is the first time I have been on this job site, so I’m also curious,” I asked the woman.As we walked toward where she saw the front-end loader going, I said, “The children you see in the houses are student learners from my foster care complex. Each is investigating possible career paths. None should be under sixteen because. But now, I was an I-don’t-even-know-what-cup. What did that make me?Marty led me downstairs ... he didn’t even bother putting clothes on me. I guess that meant we were going to be fucking sooner rather than later, a thought which excited me without altering the blank look on my face.What was I?As I mindlessly ate the bacon and eggs that Marty served me, and sipped on the milkshake he put into my hands, he began to explain.F-cups, G-cups, H-cups, and everything above ... they were special.. Finally, he slid a finger inside me, expertly stroking. I struggled to move as my legs gave way but the weight of his body kept me pinned against the door. I was hugely impressed at how wet he was making me but when he slid a second finger inside me, it was almost more than I could take. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bed, my skirt around my waist. Standing before him but thankfully leaning against the bed frame, I took a deep breath, taking in the situation. He slowly undid the buttons.