He plays with his dick thinking about Rex with Beth.Beth wakes up to the smell of coffee. Brad is not in bed. He must feel terrible after drinking as ...uch as he did. Stretching her arms above her head, she relives last night with Rex. She feels great. What a fuck. She’s never had sex like that. Except for just a few exceptions, she’s never had sex with a guy without dating and getting to know him first. With Rex, it’s raw sex. Her pussy still tingles with the feeling of his big cock stretching. All seemed to be buttock swathing big white cottons, not a bikini panty or thong in sight. Hence my pissed off mood and the coffee stop.Now opposite me and she knew what she was doing, was a fortyish well turned out woman, wearing hold-ups, fleshy thighs and a bare pussy completely exposed every time she shifted in her chair. This was with exaggerated movements, clearly meant to show her crotch to me. She was smiling fuck it!At me.I thought when her male companion returned, his strained limping. I was giving hand jobs and bum jobs, and daddy just seemingly accepted it and put it down to a girl growing up.Even when I arose from a particular man's lap with semen on my thighs, his friends releasing their desire for me, under my small hand that pressed them onto my warm skin.'Are you still a virgin'? I stood beside my father, beer in hand, my crotch at his face level, the cotton of my undersized knickers, forming my all to familiar 'Camel-Toe', imprint of my cunt, which daddy was staring. "So," she said, "did the fucking slut miss me?" Yes Ma'am," I said, quickly."Knees," she said and I immediately dropped to mine. She continued to stand, looking down at me. "Play with your tits," she said. I raised my hands and obediently fingered them. "I want you fucking hot and bothered."I wondered why she had to talk like that. It made me uncomfortable. I found myself somehow aroused when she was around, but her crude choice of words seemed to make me feel all the more guilty about her, and.