I was an accident, otherwise I wouldn’t exist. You could call my mother a slut, because it’s what she is. I remember when she hosted an orgy at t...e house. I was only 7. I watched from the kitchen as 8 woman, and 13 men began to undress. All of the woman were beautiful, curvy, large breasts, nipples rock hard and succulent. All the men had huge cocks, that I remember well. They all were between 9-11 inches long, and 3-4 inches thick. I didn’t know where those long fat swords went, but I stared. It usually ended up an eight or nine point turnaround with the sound of the big engine and transmission in concert with the plow being raised and lowered signaling the arrival of snow that morning, if you were lucky enough to sleep until the plows came around. That was always middle to late morning because the end of Sheridan was always plowed last as plowmen feared the gear wrenching metal workout might spell the end of the day for their equipment.Selena woke and looked around to determine. This went for some time. Finally, they were ready to cum and all of them formed a circle around me pouring all their cum on me. I was covered in a lot of cum. I drank all of it and asked them for more. They were surprised to hear this and told me to wait.They made me wear a female condom so that they don’t have to wear it and then they started the real gang bang. Due to Alam’s and Akram’s thick dicks which entered me earlier, my ass hole had become so wide now that I was easily able to take two. The Archbishop now saw what I did, and knew what it meant. There were now more tears, so he too captured and tasted one. His frown told me that he knew it was a tear. ‘Do we agree on what we are seeing?’ I asked. He nodded glumly. ‘As the Archbishop does attest, the prisoner cries!’ I proclaimed loudly. ‘And as everyone knows, witches are incapable of tears. Thus, while the lady does not speak on her own behalf, we must conclude that the lady is NOT a witch!’ Turning to the guard, I said..