The poppers snapped open as she pivoted on the invading fingers and suddenly the fingers had found their target. The bull dyke dug further into Trysta...s sex. "Aahh! You Bastards. Fuck Off," she continued screeching. "They won't hear you in here girly. Come on now you know you like it." Trysta was stunned that any woman could actually believe another girl would enjoy being forcibly finger raped. That her attackers were fellow sisters stunned her. Despite the agonising tearing feelings. She put the books in her backpack and dragged me by my hand to her house. She yanked the door open and through me inside where I landed on the floor at her feet. Before I knew what she was doing she was startling my hips, grinding on my hidden cock. “I want you to be in my fantasy” she purred, still moving her hips. I was still stunned by all this all I could do is grown. She let me get up and told me to sit on the couch. She sat next to me and started to kiss me very forcefully. Being the. “Mom, you have a handprint on your butt!” she giggled. “I do?” I said, playing along. I pretended to look embarrassed, shooting a glance at my husband. Charles was drinking his cup of coffee and didn’t respond. Meanwhile, Chris was looking straight down at his plate of food, cheeks blushing red, both men knowing who was responsible. “Oh…I guess we got a little messy when we cooked!” I said, laughing to play it off. “Did Chris do that?! Did he touch your butt mom?!” she pressed further,. " Made me think?" Why was he suddenly so angry with her? "What did youMAKE me think? huh?" He felt his face flush."I never wanted you to think that I thought of you in that way, Kyle."She felt sorry for him, it was in her voice."What's wrong with me, huh?" His anger flashed again, catching her offguard."What?" she said, caught off guard. "What's wrong with you?" What is it? Am I not famous enough for you? Is that it?" She looked asif she were slapped."Ex-excuse me?" Her voice faltered."Am I.