The slightest movement appeared to require the marshaling of every ounce of her remaining energy. She was a woman of few words, stoically thumbing a r...de on the River Styx.They called her Mama, but as Sunshine gave me a rundown on the family tree, I learned she was her grandmother. Her real mother left Sunshine and her ten-year-old brother, Trevor, in the Mama's care over five years ago. They hadn't seen her since. Their dad was still around, but didn't spend much time with them. He lived. Fuck, it was good. Almost without a pause, another two cocks took over, Clint fucking Red, so I assumed it was Joe for me. This was bloody amazing; I did not want it to stop. Of course, it did not, Al taking over at Red's end and Dwayne for me. Another pounding, another orgasm. Finally, well I assumed it would be the last one, Joe slid into Red's sopping cunt and Joe into mine. I looked again at Red, she was in a sort of daze. I guess I was too. More pounding at our cunts and two more orgasms,. It was often fun. So there I was, on a little stage in the corner of the pub, the guests watching me do my comedy tap dance routine to a crude plinky plonk piano to the song Tea for Two. Naturally, I was dressed for the occasion in my shiny, long sleeve black Lycra leotard, black fishnets over high gloss suntan tights, tap shoes and a short jacket. (Not forgetting my glossy black bobbed wig and immaculate makeup) There I was, biting my lip, whenever I purposely lost my balance, making the. Instinctively, he felt dislike and fear in front of these two men but when they looked at him with obvious admiration mixed with another expression that he later came to spot in all men as lust, he remembered Jean's words and felt his confidence return.Rod quickly got down to work."Jeremy, this is going to be a boy/girl thing... just simulation. Let the guys lead you and just respond naturally. You're a beautiful girl leading on a couple of randy guys. Play off them. Tease them. Make them go.