So here I was with eight women fucking my brains out, my mother-in-laws marriage had ended some years earlier when she caught her husband with a teen ...eighbour, none of the girls had never married, boyfriends maybe, but nothing serious, they must have been a bit frustrated living so far out and not having any near neighbours to screw, so I had my wife Grace, 25 years, her mother Sophia, 41, my daughter Louise aged 11, Carmen, 23, Janice, 20, Rosemary, 18, Laura, 17 and Danielle just 16, and the. She got emotional too and she slipped out her nipple and pushed it in to my mouth to stop me from crying. I sucked on it like a starving child and she held me close to her. Suddenly she pushed me away and said this isn’t right and I will have to tell Shalini about it. I left from there soon after feeling even more depressed. She called me later that day and said I should forget it all and not to meet her again. I cut the call without saying anything more.A few weeks went by and she texted me. He started rubbing me. I buckled over. His hand was electricity on my pussy. I moaned with desire. I wanted this.With his free hand I heard him unzip his pants, and shuffle for his cock. He then put his hand down the front of my underwear. I gasped with pleasure as his calloused hand worked its way down past my short, soft pubic hair, and spread my pussy lips with his one finger, unleashing the wetness that was hiding on the inside. I closed my eyes, for what was coming.James inserted his. But neither of them did. He felt sluggish at first, as he went back to dragging the weights toward his chest in desultory bicep curls. It felt like punishment. This whole, perfect place was nothing but a glossy prison, but he kept his eye on Miranda, watching her move like something he was planning to dream later on. The speed of his curls slowly increased, until he was sputtering out breath with each exertion. It felt like he was punishing himself even more than his father was by sending him.