I normally wear skirts and shirts at home. My skirts are knee high. I do have hair on my legs. The next day I removed the hair on my legs, had bath an... took care that I did not wear panties. I was feeling really horny. I prepared some juice and went to my brothers room. I purposefully dropped the glass (steel glass) of juice on the floor. My brother looked and started to scold me. I bent down and sat on the floor in the way one sits on a Indian style latrine. Eventhough my skirt was still upto. Rick started to fuck in and out of my pussy as I continued to suck on his father's hard prick. Beth moved to the other side of me so she could suck on my tits as I was assaulted by a cock in my cunt and one in my mouth. I was being fucked and sucked while my orgasm started to build again. I was impaled on a fat hard cock and choking on a very familiar cock while my daughter was sucking on my overly sensitive tits. My son didn't take time to allow me to adjust to his onslaught but that was. Thwack!Again, her hand struck me. Landing in the same place, intensifying the red hot ember that burned there.Thwack!Once more, with no warning or chance for recovery. I howled out loud, screaming at the agony that roared through my body, guilt and shame and intense discomfort flushing my face till it glowed. But there was something else, a subtle backdrop of feeling, unexpected but insistent, growing with every sharp strike, radiating outwards from my pussy with slender tendrils of pleasure.. She pulls off her gloves and runs her fingers under his hat into his hair, grabbing a fistfull and pulling his mouth into her. His own ungloved hands run up her goosebumped legs and finally pull down her soaked shorts. Nothing to impede him now he pushes his tongue deep inside her pussy wringing moans from her. He licks and nibbles her swollen clit until she cries out , squirting on his face. Dripping he looks up to her in amazement. Ive never been squirted on before Chel blushes at his words..