"Yes it is true, except for the part about the six guys. I slept with a guy, yes, but I was drunk, unconscious, and he raped me. Whether or not you be...ieve me is inconsequential." She just stared at me as she spit those words out.I got up and left the room after that statement because I needed to clear my head. If I hadn't I may have to gotten to know some law enforcement officers too well. I cried in anger and frustration because I knew that if the bastard who raped my wife ever to cross my. "Here on the floor, mom. I've watched you here, peeping under your skirt when you got careless with those fantastic legs, making pictures in my head how you would look all naked, trying to make believe that you would drink too much and pass out and nobody else would be home. Now it's all coming true, and I want to screw my hot, beautiful mother in the living room." "Of course you can," she murmured, and reached to undo the belt of her . Baby, slip into something else, something that Daddy’s hands like better when caressing you.”They spend a long time like that. She is curled up in his lap, eyes half-closed. Almost dozing off from the food and the calm of just resting with his arms around her. The film has ended, and the tv has shut down. His hands caress her under the blanket, and she can feel his pulse and his breath on her. The sun is setting, and it’s quiet outside. No rush from other students. His fingers are getting more. I could taste my ass on the cock now in my mouth and took it as deep down my throat as I could; the other cock pounding away at my ass as he occasionally smacked my ass cheeks.I heard a lull in the activity on the couch and turned to see what was going on. My wife had turned around and was sitting on another guy’s cock on the couch, her back to him and she had taken the mirror from the end table and began snorting a couple of lines of coke. She passed the mirror to the guy fucking her who.