It was a garage for carriages in the old days, I guess.Anyway, I moved quietly to investigate. The back door was open and the sounds were coming from ...ne of the stalls. I eased up behind one and peeked over the top. I saw just what I thought I was hearing.A young girl was on her back on a blanket with a guy, pants down to his ankles, pumping away between her legs. It was like a porn video with four other guys standing around, watching with their dicks out, wanking.“What’s going on here?” I. "This daily routine went on for about a month. My parents stopped in for a few minutes every day. My sis and brother came by maybe every three or four days. Sally never missed a day. I think she spent all her free time sitting by my bedside, reading stories or newspapers to me. She said when I woke up she didn't want me to be behind on the news.The next time Sally came in and was alone with my lifeless body she said she had to let me know what happened, why she left so abruptly. She always. I looked up at him and gazed in to his eyes. I leaned close to him and kissed him ever so slightly. He pushed me on to my back and kissed me with such passion the warm feeling came back. His hand ran up and down my thigh as we lay there kissing. It got closer and closer to my pussy that was pulsing slowly. His hand grazed over it and made me breathe deep. I took his hand in mine and said, “Can’t wait to get to the condo.” He smiled and we sat there cuddling till the train finally stopped. We. I could see spit running fromthe sides of her slack lips. She acted like she was having a out of body experience. I felt my balls beginning to tingle. I knew I was close. I felt my cock swell. Mom felt it also,"Oh, yes, I feel you swelling. I know you are ready to fill my bowels with hot spunk. Pound my ass. Stretch me. Fill me with cock and cum. God, I love it."Every time I heard Mom talk like a slut I would get over excited. The next stroke was all I could take. I slammed my cock as deep as I.