"Instagram, SnapChat, Twitter; they all compete for followers and ready to do anything to get them," she added. "They've objectified themselves. All t...ey care about is whether or not someone finds them attractive enough to hit, "follow."Her eyes had been darting back and forth from me to the television screen as she said this. Gleaming, dark black eyes jumping from me to the movie. I now had her hair tightly wrapped around my hand by the time she finished her diatribe regarding my female. "Ummmmmmmmm!"I reached into my robe pocket and retrieved the gift I had brought for her. It was a dildo fashioned from an actual replica of my erect penis, down to the last detail. She looked at it and whispered,"That for me" Yeah! Want to try it" I whispered back to her."Oh! Yeah! Never had one of those before! It looks so real!" Exact replica of what you are going to get." I sighed and smiled at her.My finger rubbed her little clitoris a few seconds, felt the slimy love liquid oozing out of. My big tits lay completely exposed. So does my pussy. Even worse, just before she left, Susan rotated the table around so my gaping cunt now points at the door. It will be the first thing he sees when he enters.I feel incredibly aroused and fantastically embarrassed as I listen for him. Susan has left, I know. She told me. There is only Roger and myself. I hear him first walking around in the next room, and then I hear him outside in the hallway."Hello!" He calls out. "Anyone here?" He. She had sounded like she was in lust, yelling for my sons to fuck her harder. I had gotten so hot watching I had actually pulled my own shorts down, jacked off and had the biggest orgasm I had for quite a long time. Sandra and the boys had changed, gone to town. I had gone for a walk ending up lying down and falling asleep. I had remembered the strangest dream of Sandra being in a gym getting gang banged by a large group of tall muscular, extremely well hung black men. That wasnt the half of.