Their conversations were usually with their mother. I was just a listener. Once in a while I might order in a pizza if they brought the grandkids. The... did like the hot tub.I lived alone. I'd have dinner out most nights and sometimes meet friends for dinner. I was going to live the remainder of my life the way I wanted to. Sex again was going to be a big part of it. I found that I loved to get in the hot tub each night. It was even better when I had visitors.I'll talk a little more about my. He just couldn’t see why she needed, at least this kind of help to please her man. So he hypnotized her so that she could become what she pleased at the sound of those words. ‘Let’s just say,’ he gulped hard ‘that man will be a lucky bastard.’ Smiling as she was now really excited she clapped her hands silly as she couldn’t wait to try it out. ‘Thank you, thank you,’ she said kissing him on the cheeks before making her way through the door. She practically skipped through the door. Yvonne was a. My dad doesn't fuck her much but maybe she got fucked more often before marrying my dad. It didn't matter to me. I loved the feeling of being inside her. When you see a slut, you just want to fuck her. And when I saw my mom, I just always wanted to fuck her amazing, tanned body. Her pussy was exquisite and I was the lucky guy to be inside it.My mom started to massage her own tits, and as she did so, I again noticed the wedding ring she still wore on her finger. The woman I was fucking was not. I moaned and he slapped it again. "Shut up whore" he said, speaking for the first and only time. Then he got dressed and left.I was fucked by two more guys like this. They came in, fucked me, filled me with their load and left. Each time I felt less like a person and more like piece of meat for these strangers. I began to understand that this was my place. My destiny. I was worthless unless I was being used like this by strangers. While I laid there alone in the dark motel room I made a promise.