The master bedroom was on one end of the small shoebox house while three more were on the other. With the hall bathroom to the right, my daughter’s ...oom was the first one to the left and my youngest son’s was straight ahead. The last room was converted from a garage to my oldest son’s bedroom and a laundry room. I poked my head in my daughter’s room. My silly little girl still slept with a nightlight at age 14. Her friend, Monica, was spending the night. I could see my daughters’ head of blonde. I yelped. He kept slapping on my buttocks alternately and fucking me with such pace and force my whole body was shaking.I started screaming “ Ahhhhhhh, Ashok sir, fuck me……. Harderrrrr…..deepperrrrr. mmmmm”.Sharma sir was also ready with erect cock and I started sucking him.Salman knocked, entered and stood transfixed.“Come in, Salman. What do you want?” Ashok sir asked, not slowing down a bit and slapping my buttocks harder.“Sir, Sharmeelee’s Mom will be worried. It is getting late” he. I glanced back to see his cock bouncing before him. I shuddered, my pussy on fire, juices running down my thighs. Daddy was waiting downstairs naked, his hands at his side, looking a little nervous. He looked up, and I grinned at him. I rushed at him to kiss him, but he put his hand up against my collarbone pushing me back. I blinked as he recoiled.“What?” I asked.“You have your brother's cum on your face, honey,” said Mom. “Oh, right,” I said. “Sorry, Daddy.”Mom threw me a towel that she'd. ”“That’s for sure.”I got to my feet and pulled the G-string down and off whilst facing all the guys in the pool. They cheered as I lay back on the longer spreading my legs a little more than the last time.“There you go luv, no white lines now and no one is complaining.” The guy stood next to me said then jumped back into the pool. A few minutes later the ball came out again and a different guy go out to get the ball. This one must have been a bit shy because he didn’t say anything, just smiled.