I woke up shaking and sweating; as soon as I had got back to sleep there was another one where we were in the garden and she once again offered to wip... the mud away. I looked down and I was stark naked and my body was covered in lumps of thick oozy gunk like I was some sort of mud wrestler. Rhonda reached out but, just as she touched me?.?For fuck’s sake, what’s up with you tonight?? Jack snarled from his side of the bed. ?I’ve got an important meeting in the morning and you're keeping me awake. .. when I’m not crying out your name, I ... missed Joe being there.”“I missed him too. Joe and I, we especially enjoy sharing a woman. We have from the beginning of our relationship. But when it’s with someone we love, it’s especially wonderful.”“You love me Joe?”“Yes Chandi.”She smiled. “I think I love you too.”“Problem is,” Moe continued, “I have to go back to New York. Back to work. And you insist on staying here.”“I...”“I understand. It’s fine. Understandable. Admirable. I’m going to pay. Normally she would get on her knees and start sucking. Then she looked down at herself, still clothed. She felt sexy but realized Tom had not even seen her outfit and was ready to squirt right now. Now she was truly aroused. With her fingers still wet from his pre-cum she held them up to his mouth. Not saying anything but both knowing what she wanted. Tom’s lips parted slightly and she pushed her fingers in. ‘God! What a feeling!’ she thought, ‘He is MINE!’ Tom continued licking her fingers. Due to this circumstance Karen was allowed to sleep on a fold out in my room, under the strictest supervision of my mum of course. It just wasn't really decent for us to share a room like that since we were both seventeen and raging with hormones. Mum probably saw it as a "like mother like daughter" situation. Karen's mum was a whore - mum never minced her words when it came to what she thought of her sister's escapades, or her neglect of Karen - therefore Karen must be a whore too. It's.