.” and a few more minutes of this and I had a squirming quivering orgasmic woman balanced on my lap.“As you heard our Laura talks herself to orgas...,” I said, to Laura’s giggling.“She certainly is something else,” said my new friend.“Now just lift up a tick,” I said. Laura lifted her bum and I slid her skirt right up, released my todger with some small difficulty, and as she dropped down slotted it neatly into her well lubricated tradesman’s entrance.“Oooff,” as she let her breath out, and then,. With the summer heat getting to her, she decided to take a shower. So there she was in nothing but her skin searching for her other shower shoe. She found it under her youngest daughters bed where one of the dogs had left it. Stupid dog! she complained kneeling on the floor with her elbows on the bed. She looked at the mangled remains of the shoe. He should know better by now. She snorted. Jack a massive Golden retriever and the perpetrator of the crime looked in the open bedroom door. He was. I eased down the carpeted stairs and peeked around the corner into the family room.Sherry’s shorts and panties were around one ankle and she was bent over the arm of the big overstuffed couch. Dad was standing behind her holding on to her halter strap as he pounded her pussy with a big stiff weenie! They must have been at it a while because they were both in a sweat, moaning and groaning and thoroughly into it. I guess I was stunned for a moment because I totally didn’t see it coming.But my. How about you? Where's your Mum?'I looked at her happy smiling face and saw someone who had a Mum and Dadwho loved her and spent time with her. Nicola's life was great and I hadnothing. No Mum or Dad, no friends to call my own. Living a life aloneand without any support from anyone. I had to tell someone; otherwise Iwould crack up and go to pieces.I started crying. Tears went down my face and dripped onto my half eatenburger.'What's the matter, Katie, why are you crying? Is it something.