Like the other two, Pete seemed to produce gallons of spunk and it was a good minute before he stopped.He gasped and breathed heavily looking down at ...e. 'That was great Jill.'I laughed. 'Anything for my new studs.'Pete pushed himself up and got off the bed leaving me lying there.All three boys stared down at me. I was lying naked, with spunk all over my face, chest, stomach and fanny. I was 57 years old and just lying there allowing these three boys to abuse me and stare at my naked mature. Something was terribly wrong but what could she do? Leaving was unthinkable."You know, Mrs. Simpson, I think our problem might be the generation gap. If you we're younger, you might appreciate our parties. Hell, we'd probably invite you if you were hot." I... But that's ridiculous," said Barbara, "I'm 58 years old and even when I was younger I never would have gone to such a party!" Because you've always been an uppity self-righteous old cunt?" asked Charlie.Barbara flushed and nodded her. He immediately began to harden, and in just a couple of minutes I was holding what looked to be seven and a half inches of thick, hard, throbbing cock. I started stroking him and can remember how great it felt having his foreskin slide back and forth, with his head and piss slit disappearing and reappearing on each stroke, all being lubricated with his plentiful precum. After a few minutes stroking him Alan placed his hands behind my head and started pulling my mouth to his cock saying, “Come. I gasped and almost gagged, but Daddy didn't stop. He started to fuck my throat hard and fast, holding my head still as he thrust his cock in and out."Take Daddy's cock, such a good little slut. That's it, keep your mouth wide open for Daddy's cock, good girl," Daddy growled, fucking my throat brutally hard. My eyes started to water but I kept looking into Daddy's eyes, knowing that he loved that.He was groaning and moaning, trying his best to keep quiet so we wouldn't get caught. He tightened.