“I’ll call the guys,” Bill said, a big shit-eating grin on his face.Super Bowl Sunday arrived and I was excited. The thought of four cocks had m... pussy moist. I love to suck cock. I’m always telling Bill he’s a lucky man.The first to arrive was Alex. Tall and muscular, I had always fantasized about what his dick looked like.Mike and Steve arrived together, already somewhat intoxicated, acting overly polite. Bill set about collecting the hundred dollar bills and put them on top of the TV. I kept. "Are there any rules I should know about?" Promise me that you're clean and that you won't get pregnant, or else use a condom," my wife answered. "Unlike a lot of the women in this group, I am not bi, so you stay in your bed, I'll stay in mine." I can live with that," Cindy laughed. "Let's go!"The motel was literally across the parking lot. I agreed to put the room on my credit card, so Cindy and I left first to go get the room. Some other people were headed over there as well. Cindy made us. I got in the tub, I heard someone behind me. I turned around to see Jason staring at my naked body. He did not say a word but grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the tub. He grabbed the towel and started to dry me off. I protested, but he said to shut up because he was going to get payment for the lawn care. He was handling me very roughly as he dried me off, pulling on my breasts and ass with the towel. He then hauled me into the bedroom. He sat on our bed and in one swift motion bent me. Her fingers found my wet pink slot easily. Up and down my fleshy smooth fold I felt mom’s finger slide ever so delicately. My wetness covered her finger as I felt her spread my natural lubricant over my delicate divide. “Oh Bridgette, my daughter, you are so very wet and sensually delicate. I’d love to taste your juices; feel your inner goodness flow down my throat!” Mom said through highly erotic moans. I lifted my head from her breast, moved my body over her head and paused. I wanted her to.