"One hundred and thirty-two! Damn, bitch, that must be some kind of record! Who woulda ever thought a White chick could fuck that many Black men in on... evening!"He looked into her still frightened eyes."Did you get off?" ... Yes." How many times?" I... I don't know... several."The doorbell rang."Well, you're gonna get a chance to get some more tonight," he said walking to the door.Marcy stood in the middle of the Williams' living room, dressed scantily as usual, as nine young girls, one of them. "Yes baby," he murmured. I felt his hands begin running thru my hair, caressing my neck with his fingers. I was enjoying his touch and did not really notice his hands were slowly maneuvering my face closer and closer to my mother's privates. I opened my mouth to protest when her pushed and held my mouth against her pussy."Lick it sweetie, lick it for daddy," his voice pleaded. "Use your tongue and lap at it, make her wiggle." The warmth of her pussy on my lips was ecstatic and the taste of her. Bus stop pe mujhe papa ne receive kiya. Mere papa kheton mein kaam kar karke pure fit hain. 45+ ki umar mein itna chiseled body hona badi muskil ki baat hai. Phir dono apne bike pe ghar ke liye nikal pade. Ghar ghuste hi meri nazar bas use hi dhund rahi thi. Jaise hi usne mujhe dekha mujhe unhone kas ke hug kar liya. Pehle bhi kafi baar unhone hug kiya hai but aaj ki baat alag thi. Unke boobs mere chest se dabe rehna and aur unka mere forehead pe kiss karna. Aaj sab alag tha. Suman (meri maa). They clued me in on what provisions I would need, which wasn't much. Tents were uncool because they could be spotted from the air. I brought two pairs of boots, several changes of clothes, dry food like flower and beans, cooking stuff. No sense going into details about that stuff, this is a sex story, not a survival story.My blonde hair grew long, I got a beautiful tan, wore out the first pair of boots, then went barefoot. After about a year of living up there, I lost my hairbrush and stopped.