Bowing her head into her she let herself cry like she did when her dad told her mother was dying and there was nothing he could do about it. The only ...ifference was he wasn’t there to hug and she wasn’t a child anymore. She cried until the hiccups came and there weren’t anymore tears. Then she looked at the lake some more. A cool drop of rain dropped on her moist face mingling with her tears. As it fell quicker, she stood there on the gallery silent crying again. Just before the rain finished. A conflict within her mind was apparently over perhaps had come to a decision. Lying on the coach, still saying: “No, please, stop it!” I wondered why this woman kept hugging, kissing me. Probably she had revealed her secret: she had fell in love with me, but believed she could manage her body her way. Damn, she was wrong, and would pay the consequences from now on!! I took off her panty with one hand while with the other I fondled her. I began to work my hands into her upper inner. Then I heard my dad. "Ahh yea son, fuck her good." My brother Jamal walked over to my face and shoved his hard dick into my mouth. I moaned because I had been waiting to taste his meat. As I reached my hand y. I wasout to stroke his balls I felt a tongue already there. I opened my eyes to find James sucking our brother's heavy balls into his greedy mouth as he continued to fuck my pussy. I came again thinking about how good Jamal felt to have so many tongues on his body. I pulled Jamal's dick. Karen then started to rub it all over my arse. I had never had a vibrator in me before and tensed up. Karen felt this and said “Don’t worry, relax.” She rubbed it over me for a while and placed it against my puckered hole. She then poured some more oil on me and I felt it running down and around, soaking me. Then gently pushed the vibrator in. I felt it stretching me and I tried to relax the muscles as I felt it slide in a bit further. She added more oil and started to fuck me with short.