I'm yours, I want to be your slave." Mmmm, fuck," Irene said as she roughly pulled Alison's mouth back to her box, "I should have gotten you out here ...ooner, Amelia." Well," I grunted, still fucking Alison fiercely, "It's been busy."And then the most bizarre few minutes of my life happened. Irene and I had a little chat. Like we were in the bar over a pint of beer, only there was a gorgeous little 23 year old brunette wedged between the two of us, me fucking her cunt and Irene riding her face.. ”I was so worked up that when I came home I started laying into Shane, again, but this time I was really pissed off. “You better tell me why my mother is going on vacation while you’re still here.”He was in the backyard, building something I can’t seem to recollect. “Now’s not the time Nic.”“I don’t give a shit about the right time. What the fuck is going on?”“God dammit Nic…” He slammed the tools onto the table in front of him, “She’s having an affair……okay?........is that a good reason for. None of them were doing anything with each other. They were all just enjoying my caressing their dicks or pussies, as others did what they wanted to do with my dick. No one was trying to get off, but the boys really couldn’t help themselves. In my room, I learned that no one ever touched them in any sexual way before, and they only touched themselves to wash. The boy told me how he started getting mad when a girl put a rubber on him because his church didn’t allow that. She explained to him. So, gramma’s vagina is all open as she presses down on my mouth and nose. That was glorious. I think I know what honey bees feel like when they catch scent of the nectar in a flower. My nostrils flared as I scented her flower open before me. I needed to taste her, to lick, to dig into her.Having her legs spread good’n wide weren’t half what I mean when I say she was open. She was open on the inside where it counts. Every lick and touch meant something, and she was all there meaning too. She was.