”Debbie stares at him, speechless for a moment. She knows that he is bluffing. If she breaks the trophy then she can forget having their relationshi.... If she doesn’t then she loses ground and he wins. “I’m not leaving,” she finally says.“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you don’t have the right to come into my office like a raging storm,” he growls.“I have every right,” she counters and then she throws the trophy.Alan is up out of the chair in a flash, catching the honor before it hits. He liked to pull his condom off and cum on my bum. He gave me a tip when I let him do that.The truth is, I like being someone these guys bare themselves to – emotionally as much as physically. I feel powerful. When they tell you of their unhappiness, yet you know one flick of your tongue across their foreskin might make them orgasm, you shoulder a responsibility. You warm to some of them too. And, yes, sometimes I get turned on.No matter what you might hear, sex never means nothing. Wilson and. They look like they’re in the service but they’re too old to be young privates like most of the men who fucked me tonight.One of them talked quietly to Momma while the others were making conversation with me and the other girl. They have obviously been drinking but they don’t seem drunk or obnoxious. I saw Momma nod her head and then all of us followed her down the hall to a slightly larger room than the cubicle in which I’ve been entertaining all night.This room doesn’t have a bed. Instead. My dad was happy but my mom wasn’t. my dads 3 inch cock wasn’t sufficient. After that they slept and I masturbated. The next day morning my dad left and I could see the lust my sex in moms eyes. It was Tuesday so we just went and did swimming and came back. My mom then went to change. It was an off day so I would be staying home. My mom came out wearing a yellow top without her bra. Her tits seemed to fall off her breast. She went to make breakfast .she saw me staring at her and shyly.