The first day apart was like our hearts had been ripped from our bodies. The second day put us nigh on death’s door due to horniness and desire for ...ur ‘others’.Of course, Ginger and I were making love multiple times a night. We were even putting on exhibitionist shows in the master bedroom window for our friends as they cavorted right below us in their Jacuzzi or on one of the chaises. (Ethan’s windows were on the other side of the house.)The third night we just said, “Fuck it.” Ginger and I. Generally, mom would cry herself to sleep and I would wake and go to school.Often, I could hear them in their room as he forced her into making love. The sounds seemed to be not of love but of simply forcing mom to do things she pleaded not to do.One particularlly hot night, mom and me had finished dinner alone, and then she prepared his dinner as usual to be waiting for him.This time she simply went to the parlor and watched TV, while I went up to try to study.Mom seemed nervous though.. ‘You look hot, babe,’ Derrick grinned. ‘You see the way Stan was checking you out?’ I actually had noticed, but pretended not to. ‘I’m really a little nervous about being here,’ I said. ‘But I’m glad I came.’ ‘Just relax, Baby. Let’s have a couple of drinks and reminisce.’ ‘Reminisce?’ I said. ‘Derrick, we hardly ran in the same circles at school. You were way popular, and no one knew my name. But I do know stories about you,’ I giggled. ‘I was terribly interested in all the things I heard. Gawd, she thought between words telling her husband to be harder, I even want that large cock up my ass hole again.About a month later, Jeff had left on a business trip to Hong Kong for a month. After a week of being alone, Fiona drove to Baron's for dinner and a couple of drinks. After eating, she went into the piano bar and sat next to a two very large men. After a few minutes of speaking with the two large built men, Fiona got a strange feeling as the voices begin to sound like some strange.