I had no hope of hiding it, so I just ignored it and hoped she didn’t notice. I saw her eyes flick downward briefly, then a sly smile crossed her fa...e. So much for hoping she wouldn’t notice. “You know I’ve heard you talking to the other guys?” She cooed. “Is any of it true?” “Any of what?” I asked, playing dumb. “Did you really…you know…with 3 sisters?” She asked. “Guess we shouldn’t have been so loud.” I grinned. “Answer the question.” She pled. “Yes, it’s true.” I stated. By now my dick. He lowered himself onto the shoe, his balls and cock fitting snugly inside the blue suede shoe.“Oh yes, darling,” he groaned as he began to move his hips.His thrusts became faster. He was oblivious to the people who had stopped and stared at him. While his coat protected them from seeing everything, the movements his hips were making were unlikely to be construed as anything other than the fact he was fucking something or someone.“Take that, you little tart,” he groaned. His pace increasing as. “Perhaps you had better get a larger sample,” Peter smiled back at her.“But first let see how good you taste mom,” Peter slipped his hand under his mother’s skirt.Meg shuddered as Peter slipped his fingertip across the front of his mother’s translucent white nylon panties. Her knees began to buckle when he pressed the silky material into her vulva and caressed her labia with it. He deliberately kept his fingers away from his mother’s clitoris, he would make her beg for him to touch it but she. Why did I do that? The man grinned at me like I was a piece of meat that he wanted to consume. He didn't see me as a human being at all."What a whore," he muttered as I ran past. "Holy shit, I can't believe that just happened. She's covered in some guy's spunk!"I wanted to shout that I wasn't a whore. That I would never do something so shameful. Karl made me do this. Just like he made me blow him while he fucked my face. My boyfriend didn't care about my pleasure; I was merely an object to.