There was a helper in our house. He was very friendly with me, and we used to talk about everything in our lives. I even told him how many times I mas...urbate in a day. He used to look at my mom with lustful eyes, which I did not like in the beginning but who knew that she would turn out to be a randi and enjoy his lust and more.Wowww! I can’t even imagine how they were fucking. “Aaajaaaaahaaaa.. Aahhaaa.. oohhh..Yeahhhhh. It was kinky stuff. So, here is how it began.One day mom was not home. I. Just a tear that told her it wasn’t just her mind that was overwhelmed by emotion, just like the erratic shivers that soon turned more frequent in unison with her sighs turning into moans.She saw images flash by, brief memories of days long gone and loves long lost and somehow she only saw them in a good light. Back when Stu had still been her best friend, when that smile on his face could make her do stupid things with him neither of them regretted much and before they married, grew apart and. So I guess I don’t know what my limits are.”Jill picked up one of the books and showed me the picture on the cover, a girl tied up and being whipped. “Does that excite you?”I can’t help it. The idea of being in that position does excite me. I guess the idea of the helplessness of it does anyway. Of course I wouldn’t want to be whipped with a bull whip. I tried to explain that to Jill and then I tried to answer her next questions. Those were easier.“As for your last questions, yes, I get scared.. Archie was always chasing after Betty, Veronica or some other female if they were not around. Now as Justine, standing in the back of the church as they said their vows, she understood just how much she had missed him, how much she still wanted him.Justine had been shocked when Hiram had showed her the photos from the private investigator that he had following Archie periodically. They showed Archie in the middle of a shemale gangbang one weekend. He had a beautiful black shemale fucking him.