"Helen" he called (not her real name)"What is it, I'm reading","Come here" he said "I have something for you".She came into his room and Steve was beh...nd the door waiting for her. He grabbed her and pulled her to the floor and I grabbed her legs. Needless to say she started to scream and kick so we all had to hold her down and Steve gagged her mouth with some pants whilst Peter and I struggled to get her knickers off her. It was a struggle but after a minuter or so we managed and finally Peter. And let me share with you why.There was a time I would only write poems about women but it did notrelease my vision of how I see them as a whole so I started to create freeform art on them. I will not claim to be a Salvador Dali in any shape orform but it gave me a chance to express my love for women. I would takesome of my art markers and have one of my lovers at the time get naked andlay on the bed. I would draw designs on them for a couple hours or so.Each time, drawing something different,. The whole time I had been looking at her mother out of the corner of my eyes, she was so damn hot. Soft rounded ass, big thighs, good size tits...she had it all. I could not get the sight of her naked body out of my mind and kept flashing back in my mind to when she had come in the bedroom with her robe undone and we ended up having sex all morning...by the time they left I had a boner.Being alone while they were gone made me horny as hell. At first I just minded my business but at night when. He knew exactly where to move that tongue and when. I couldn't possibly cum again. Or could I? And the wave built again. I bucked my hips toward his face and let him know I wanted it. I wanted him to know it felt incredible and I wanted more. As my third orgasm built to even a new high, I squeezed my hips together and rode the wave that washed over me. It was heavenly. As I came, I moaned with pleasure like I never had before. As he came up from between my legs, I needed to kiss him. The aroma.