Which proved to all of us that sex with two three or more guys in every combination for three weeks doesn’t make you gay or bisexual unless you were...that even before you began doing it. Because every single guy on the team spent that three day weekend fucking girl after girl and we all had a gigantic sex party on the last night as our grand finale.I’m sure most of us would have preferred to spend the remaining two weeks fucking those girls and I preferred that myself but on that Sunday night. "But I have plenty of clothes," I said."You can never have too many clothes," said Jane. "You need to always look your best if you are going to get a boy to notice you."I frowned at that, then said, "I'm not sure I want anyone noticing me especially a boy, and besides I doubt anyone will care what I wear with the way I look. Better to cover myself up, unless I start wearing a mask again."Both D and Jane stopped and stared at me for a while. I started fidgeting as it was making me. I was convinced it was not going to be bad. But the question was where to meet. Me: “I don’t know. I can’t think of where we can meet.” Him: “I can’t take you to my home. My mom will always be home. How about your home?” Me: “My home?” Actually the idea was not that bad. My maid would leave my house by 12:00 PM. Between noon till 5:30, no one would be home. I would leave to fetch my daughter at 4’O clock. Without hesitation I told him to come at 12:30PM. I gave him the address. I asked my maid. She kind of looked happy though when they were fucking her though. Honey. Please forgive the boys. Sandy said. She looked directly at me her breasts still fully exposed and her nipples still hard. Could she still be horny after her two sons just fucked her? I asked myself. I couldnt take this any more. I had to get away and do some thinking. There just had to be some kind of explanation for everything that happened. I didnt have any idea what it was but I had to do some thinking all alone..