"Right here," she said tossing me the bag."Thanks. Mind going outside while I change please?" Hehe, it's nothing I haven't already seen, but alright,"...she said witha smile as she left the room. In the bag I bound some underwear, myshoes, a pair of jeans, a black tee-shirt, and a gray hooded sweater,all of which I threw on. I still wasn't used to how tight girl's jeanswere compared to guy's, but still at least they were pants."Ready," I called after I was done.Mom stepped back into the room and. She was always trying to talk me into getting up and spending time with the family. She was too sweet, really, and it was getting on my nerves. She did bring me food, and I did eat a little. I still wasn't sleeping much. Most nights I just lay awake and stared at the ceiling. At least I wasn't crying as much as I had at first. But I didn't care whether I lived or died. Except when Pete was there.One day Pete said, "You're Ron's girlfriend, aren't you, for ever and ever?"I started to explain. " Wise ass. You wouldn't dawdle if it was you who was hurting. You do need to hurry. It's been four months since I dumped Rory and I'm so horny I should be braying like a goat."As I climbed on the bed she said, "No foreplay lover; just down and dirty for the first one." Oh? You expect more than one?" Damned straight I do. You aren't leaving this place until I can't get you up any more."That proved to be four hours later after two sessions of regular intercourse, one session of anal, two. In her dream, dozens, maybe hundreds of pairs of eyes watching her, each pair of eyes connected to an ever increasing erection, all wanting sex with her, wanting to bury their firm cock’s in her pussy, the pussy she’d given only to Allan (oh, and Juan). Following their role-playing recently and the situation with Juan, she knew that Allan enjoyed watching her as she sexually teased men. Even then, Beth could not have guessed at the depth of her husband’s voyeuristic fetish. Beth was simply.