I didn’t see Cathy again for three days. Which was fine. Mixed feelings over mixed drinks, coupled with time, helped me quench the fire from my pass...ons with her of the days before. And I went back to my writing. And things were fine… until… The following Thursday night. I was working late, and frankly had the stereo cranked a notch louder than necessary. In fact, it was only during a quiet passage that I heard her knock on the door. And I opened the door to find Cathy, pushing her way in. I. I positioned myself behind her Mum and slipped my cock into her waiting pussy, she gasped, as my full length entered her. I began a steady pace, taking long, deep strokes, enjoying seeing Jo’s juices coating my cock. Jo pushed back to get more of me inside.The beeper went and I quickly removed my cock from Jo’s wet pussy and moved to the side of her, where Gillian’s pussy was ready for me. I held my cock, rubbed it up and down her slit and eased it into her, her Mum’s juices making it easily. Gautam held one of her breasts in his hand and started pressing it.“Ouch” she withered as Gautam squeezed one of them harder. He looked at her eyes and she looked back this time. Her eyes begging him to fuck her, her face didn’t look that innocent any more. It resembled more of a slut who was begging her sister’s husband to fuck her.Gautam kissed her slutty lips again as he took off his pants and climbed on top of her. His cock was throbbing and urging to get going. He pushed her legs apart and. Slowly I crawl away from the camera. I’m not good with dirty talk, but something possesses me. “I really am a dirty bitch,” I breathe as I move back towards the table. “I’m so horny. I feel so dirty. I need something in my wet cunt right now.”I never use the c-word. What’s happening to me?I grab the red dildo and back up, crawling backwards towards the laptop, the camera. I stick my arse in the air, rest my head sideways on the carpet and reach back. “Look at my juicy cunt,” I breathe. (The.