When you stepped out of the car your excitement grew even further. Everyone was coming out of the house to greet the two of you, and you realized with...growing amazement that there was not a male in sight. Eight, nine, ten, eleven!! Eleven girls came out of the house. You must have been dreaming. You looked across their faces and took stock. Six of the girls were gorgeous, three were above average and uniquely attractive, and only two were a little homely. This was incredible. You noticed one. According to one entry, mom knew that her thoughts, her desires, were wrong. But their wrongness seemed to turn her on even more.After reading the first twenty or so entries, I returned the journal to its rightful place in the attic. Strangely enough... I wasn't disgusted by the things written in my mom's journal. Actually, it'd turned me on a little. I really explain why, either. It could be that I didn't see the person writing such... crazy and forbidden things as my mother. My mother was the. Going back to Craig's room, I got out myboy clothes and got dressed for school. I wondered what to do withthe things Marie had lent me the previous night, I could hardly givethem back soaked with her brother's come.She was just walking past the door, so I called her in."Marie, thanks for lending me the nightwear. Um, they kinda need awash, I can't really return them as they are."She grinned "I didn't think they'd stay clean for long. Doesn'tmatter, didn't Craig tell you? It wasn't a loan,. She wiped the tears from her eyes streaking her light mascara and smiled up at him. There wasn't a single stream of cum on her face or lips. She had swallowed every drop. "Aww? Done already?" The impish gleam in her eyes made it clear that she was teasing him. He doubted anyone else could have lasted much longer than he did, with that sort of deep-throating. "That's too bad." David got his panting under control and forced a stern expression on his face. "We aren't done yet. Get those panties.