A faint smile appeared as she agreed.I tried so hard to keep my eyes up and as the conversation flowed it became obvious that she was much more than, ...mple, curves. She was called Holly and was in town to attend an interview as she'd recently been laid off. I know she'd caught me looking a few times as her blouse occasionally gaped to reveal her red bra but she never reprimanded me, and I did, try not to look.The drinks flowed and the time passed quickly in her company. She'd already. Bill said that she never wears panties at home, because she's such a slut. She sat on his lap, spread her legs wide and started rubbing her clit. Then Bill asked me, "Are you a nasty slut too? Do you let strange men stick their fingers in your pussy and get it all wet and gooey?" Then he stuck 2 fingers in Sherri's cunt and finger fucked her. He said, "Sherri here is a bonafide slut, who loves to perform. She will spread her legs for anyone I tell her to fuck."She asked my BF to unzip and show. What am I thinking? I'm a whore. No way would Art want me. I'm used merchandise. He was just being nice to me today. Even if he somehow fell for me, every time he started to make love to me, he would think about all those men fucking me. No way could he stand that. Why did my father make a whore out of me? I hope that bastard rots in Hell.Tears washed from her eyes as her good mood evaporated. I'll never have a decent man. No good man would want to stick his cock where all those assholes have. " Then I think it's time," Becky stated.Lucy looked at Keith. Keith looked at Becky. And Becky looked at her mother. There was an undeniable sexual tension between all of them and Lucy knew that her relationship with Keith and her daughter was about to be taken to a whole new level. To a place where it should never be. But if the dampness between her legs was to be believed, it felt like something she had to experience.The thought of experiencing her first lesbian experience with her own.