What's wrong with me? I'm turning into some kind of nymphomaniac or something!"Ahhh, you know how it is, Mom. Hate to be tied down to these dry old bo...ks." And mentally, she added: Especially when I'm sitting in such wet pants."Stick with it a little longer, Charly. Pretty soon it'll be vacation time. When you come back from visiting your father we'll go away for a couple of weeks." Sure, Mom. I'm just a little down." Well, I'm going to be late tonight." Big date with Derek, huh?"Her mother's. After all the years of hardly enough sleep caring for her parents, this leisure was now so enjoyable. She got up and went downstairs, still naked. As yet, Donald had not told her she could dress again. How easily she fell into anticipating and understanding his rules for her.She fixed and ate a simple breakfast. She heard her doorbell ring and was startled. Peeking out she saw it was just the UPS man delivering something and was gone. She wrapped an afghan from the couch around her and. When I was finished I went up to my place and noticed that some other guys had started to gather round. Then I had a brilliant idea! I took my stuff, went to the couple and asked them if they could keep an eye on my thing while I went for a walk at the beach. “Sure” they said, “no problem”. The lady was again staring at my cock, but didn’t say anything. I took a quick stroll along the waterfront and could see three other guys closing in. But I had my stuff already neatly in place so I didn’t. The two of you move inside me and I tense up trying to scream over and over again. You and Jack don’t stop. Sometimes moving together, filling me so full then almost empting me. At other times moving opposite each other, filling one hole then while emptying it, filling the other hole. My legs shaking, I am unable to stay tense any longer and collapse on Jack resigning to my fate. As I relax I think about those two big cocks inside me, stroking me, hard and smooth. I feel the pleasure building.