" I love you," she said. "Do you know we have company for breakfast?" Huh?"Anna pointed to part of the kitchen I hadn't glanced at. Abby's mother Jean...sat there grinning and on the verge of hysterical laughter. She was nicely dressed in shorts and a halter-top.I gasped, "God. Jean, I'm so sorry. Be right back." I bolted from the kitchen making a dash for the bedroom.A minute later, I returned wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and blushing a scarlet color reminiscent of the red in the American. I could get Alex's dick and Sara's vagina. I was planning to make this a great night. "Hey man how about we play some xbox for a bit before bed?" Alex asked. I responded that that sounded like a plan and Sara just shrugged. She didn't game much but has no problem with them. We popped in Black Ops and played a few team deathmatches. At around 11, Sara got extremely bored and told Alex we were going to go to bed. Alex winked at me as Sara led me upstairs. I was hoping she'd atleast blow me. K. picked up pace and M. got louder and louder and soon she was screaming once more as K. violently and ruthlessly fucked her tiny arse hole hard.Having recently cum himself it meant that he could take several minutes of this without rest. M. was reduced to screaming in both pain and pleasure as her internal organs were being grinded by a large, hard, foreign muscle. Her bum hole, stretched to its limits, was pouting rhythmically in and out in response to his rough administrations.M. was lost. He came up to me and grabbed my chest. What are you doing I mumbled. Without answering, the Turk unbuttoned my light blouse, began to look at my small breasts in my bra. I knew they might like it. I was wearing a "balconette" lace bra fastened at the front. I sat limply in a chair and he began to stroke my breasts through the bra first, then reached into the cups looking for my naked breasts inside their cover. I didn't protest and let him do everythingFor a good few minutes he sat up with my.