"Too drunk are you Tom to actually get up and get the beer yourself", the woman replied as she moved her bulk, for she knew she was a touch overweight... "You're the closest you silly cunt, just chuck me a fucking can". Although the language sounded rough, it was said with no malice for it was the standard way of conversation in this rough neighbourhood. The can of beer sailed through the air and despite the position of the receiver the can was caught with the same professionalism as he once. Then she gasped and stopped the kiss. The water was still running though we hadn’t been at it for long. The thought of my parents coming knocking made my push my finger deep into her cunt and pull it out again. Liza groaned in dismay, my kiss silencing her. I grabbed the shampoo and did her hair, soaping it and mine quickly before covering myself in body wash. We were out of the shower a few minutes after our masturbation session, dressing in our pajamas for show and moving into the fort. My. I had a feeling the boys would try to sneak a peek and I would not disappoint them. I heard them trying to sneak into the family room to look at me, I just pretended I did not hear them. I could hear them in very low voice talking. "Oh shit, look she is topless!" Ryan whispered to his brother. "Yeah but she is on her back. Do you think she is asleep? I hope she turns over, I wanna see mom's tits." "No shit. Did you see how fucking big they were? And her nipples, they were fucking popping out of. Then as I came back out along the landing and down the stairs, I was completely exposed if they came up the stairs or if later if one came out of the bathroom. Sometimes he’d phone me just to do that with no intension of then inviting me over, leaving me quite horny. In the later months, sometimes I’d go over there and he’d have 1, 2 or 3 friends of his to help with his abuse of me. (In all I met about 6 of his mates). This was not reserved for just me; all the other wives we’d introduced him.