The camera slowly turned to face the driveway. There were two buses parked there. They were the buses that the camp used to transport the kids in.The ...oors opened and kids started getting off and milling around. There were probably close to a hundred boys altogether. They ranged in age from about thirteen, though some looked like they could have been a little younger, up to eighteen, though again, some looked much older. I'm assuming that the boys were a collection of boys from all three. The one all of my buddies have wanted to fuck for years. She was not fucking them She was fucking me, her brother.______________________________This was all so crazy and ohh so hot. I watched as dad had his enormous cock in Mom's cunt and she rode him like a pony, the whole time she kept her eyes on Paula and me. Before long Mom stopped moving and she just sat in Dad's lap and watched. Dad looked like he was ready to pass out as he slumped in the chair with his eyes closed. Paula began to slide. ”“We will see about that, Mister Bill Stinker.” Well, that very evening the rest of the wives suddenly had “female problems” and couldn’t come to my bed. I knew it was a danged conspiracy an’ an attack on my male authority, but I could play the same game. I wasn’t gonna allow any one of them into my bed until each one once more pledged to love, honor an’ obey me; even if they begged me to use them first. It had been years since I had slept alone in my bed but I could get used to it again. . My breasts full and pointing upward, my hard nipples and throbbing, my pussy open and exposed, I still myself. You prefer for me to be still when you are pleasing me... to feel you, to try to anticipate your next move, to embrace every sensation you give me.You can feel my inner struggle to obey, to be still, you smile again. You sense my growing need to grind against your skilled fingers. My legs are quivering with desire, and I need to release so desperately."Good Girl," you whisper as you.