Phir 2nd day meri baju ki ladki mom ko gadi chalan sikha rahi thi. Thodi der baad mom kamre me aai to dekha unk hath me kharoch lagi thi.Maine pucha t... unhone bataya ki gadi sikhte waqut gir gai. Maine kaha use chot to nahi lagi. Unhone kaha use bhi kharoch aai hai. Maine thoda gusse me bola mom shant ho gai or phir aise hi bol diya tu sikha dena muze. Maine thoda socha or bola ok kal dekhte hai. Phir next day hum sikhne garden gaye tab vahn bahut log the muze laga aise chipak k baithenge to. ’ ‘So it was a one-night stand, huh?’ He knew her better than she gave him credit for. ‘If you know the story so well, why don’t you tell it, hmm? I met him at a party. We were both really drunk. I slept with him, never saw him again, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?’ ‘What was his name?’ ‘Jake.’ ‘Last name?’ ‘I don’t know. We didn’t bother with that stuff. We both knew it was a one-time deal. It happened it was over, that was it. And, just because you want me to say it: I’m a slut. I. He started fucking me slow and deep to start with getting faster and faster until he was fucking me like a jackhammer making me moan like a whore on heat begging him to fuck me harder, deeper and faster.After what seemed a lifetime of pure visceral pleasure, he said, "I'm gonna cum, where do you want it bitch!!". I just looked back at him and said, "in my cunt stud". Just as I said that he cum hard and long, pumping what felt like a gallon of hot creamy cum deep inside my well fucked and abuse. Those days seemed like weeks, but just before lunch on Sunday, our visitors arrived. Nancy looked fabulous of course, but this time had been made to wear a dress. Her hair was down and she looked stunning. I wanted to grab her but she seemed somewhat indifferent to me. We all had to sit around chatting while my mother made lunch for everyone assisted by Nancy’s mum. Nancy sat away from me and gave no sign of being remotely interested in me, and I was getting really pissed off. My Dad finally.