I just got the ball rolling. It was you and the k** who took your lust all the way to the finish.”She was still in denial. “It . . . it wasn’t...lust. It . . . it was ****. He ****d me!”That comment really pissed off her son. “****? I didn’t **** you! You were doing it with me. I could see your body moving. I was fucking you, but you were fucking me too. Don’t say you weren’t, Mom! You liked it as much as I did. Don’t ever say you didn’t like it!” As she looked at him, Vic could see. I took a twenty minute stroll, and just kept getting voicemail. I gave up and went back to the condo. A little worried, because I'd been gone awhile, and I'd left my sister with my cousins, all naked in the bed...I slid back inside and was sort of shocked. Everyone was out of the bedroom, and dressed, and drinking coffee. The aroma of the crappy Mr. Coffee was the most erotically alluring of my entire life. I joined in and fixed my mug, raised it to my lips, and then quit pretending all eyes. So tonight it's kickback, chat and enjoy some wine & cheese. She's been off to college & with the the Covid restrictions it has been months. And oh the things we discussed, college life mostly, along with some of her subjects. We had finished the first bottle & I was getting the second one ready when I heard glass breaking & a thud. I went into the living room as three strangers rushed in grabbing Rachel and pinning her to the floor. I said what's going on here? And was answered with a pistol. For a moment she was lost in his glow, the deep, amber glow, that she found so reassuring, her fingertips were running across warm, soft skin that she leaned on. She wondered: Was anyone watching? Would they think her strange, to feel so sensual, almost right in public? Sure, it was late at night, and the street was dark and quiet, but ... what if someone was watching her?And why did that arouse her so much? She wrestled with the feeling, while her red fingernails dug themselves harder into the.