His name is Peter Jenkins, and he would appreciate it if you gave him a call at your convenience’ Allan gave me the number and I decided to call the...chief the next day. His name seemed really familiar but I couldn’t place it then. I called the number at U of T that Allan had given to me. It really felt strange, I was contacting the school that I had left under such disastrous conditions years ago, after I swore I would never have anything to do with the place again. A cheerful voice answered,. His cock was bigger but he was still a virgin too and had to be shown where to put it. He was very good all around and told me that his two cousins were at the reception, if I wanted to fuck them too. I told him to send them up and douched again.They were only twelve and younger than me but they were twins, they were cute, and I was still horny. They certainly were eager though. They ate my pussy all that I wanted them too and then they took turns fucking me. They were like a pair of. I sighed raggedly, and opened my eyes.Nothing in the room had changed, but I could tell that Daddy wasn't there anymore. Sometimes I wondered if I was going crazy, or if he was the product of my imagination in response to some emotional need. It was true what I told him, that lately I was having feelings that I couldn't process appropriately. I was starting to crave that forbidden sexual relationship that I had enjoyed with him all those years ago. But he was gone now, and I couldn't have that. We would get together with another couple. Your father would fuck her, her husband would fuck me, and after we had worn the men out we wives would make out to entertain our husbands.”I asked, “You did it with other girls?”Mom said, “Sure I did! Does that excite you? It did your father.”I just had to ask, “So how many people have you fucked?”Mom giggled like a schoolgirl and took a small book from her nightstand. She opened it up and said, “So far I have let thirty-one strangers fuck me,.