. you don't have to like... do anything... embarrassing, do you?” My heart is pounding. “Like what?” I ask. “Like... have an orgasm in front o... her?” I shake my head vigorously. Melanie seems skeptical. “Oh, okay,” she says doubtfully. “Because she showed us some videos from some other girls she was working on, and they had to do a lot of stuff like that.” I'm lost for words. God, does Melanie suspect I'm being forced to do that too? “No!” I insist. She looks at me for a minute. I'm still. "'Yeah fuck...shake on me baby as I cummm in your ass!" I heard Lance say. Then I heard them both at the same time in unison, "FUCKKKK YEAHHH!! MMMMM YESSSSS!!" I began to cummmm again when I heard that as they fulled both my holes with milk and joy juice. Ten minutes later, I came to myself realizing that I must have passed out again. Teddy had left and Lance was sitting in the sofa with my head in his lap and his cock in his hands wrapped in a washcloth. He told me that Teddy had to leave to. How a man that boring could find another woman in the first place is beyond my own comprehension. He did manage to score mom though; and, she was way out of his league. Maybe it was his way with words, something that I inherited, because his looks weren’t much to speak of. I myself am lucky I took after my mother’s side in most of my physical attributes. Dad’s side did seem to be filled with testosterone though, having a long line of men every generation seeming to outgrow the others in. Much like the Nike logo, he just did it and shut up about it. Not a complainer, he did what he had to do and needed to do to survive while protecting his buddies and his country. He didn’t have time for jokes or the stomach for laughter. Never bragging or telling anyone what he did or had done, making himself invisible in mind, body, and spirit, ever vigilant for a threat of an attack, he remained in the background. He was too somber of a man to be acting stupid, making a fool of himself, and.