We fell asleep in each others arms in front of the fire place. The next morning, I awoke to my alarm going off at 6am for work. I woke up and realized...that Brian was nowhere to be seen. I wondered down the hallway looking for the bathroom when I was pulled into the master bedroom and immediately held and kissed. I heard the shower going and he asked me to join him. How could I resist that? I followed him into the master bathroom and after relieving myself, stepped into a custom made stone. I am a single mother, had my son at the tender age of s*******n, and was never mounted by a man ever since, my own choosing, masturbation became my main means of sexual release, and built up a friendship with men, who like myself, preferred to self abuse, and on some occasions, joined some guys and got each other off, without the penetrative stuff.In my twenties my son continued to share my bed, and I remember one early morning a stirring that was more real than a dream, I somehow knew it was a. But she seems to like it. I guess she’s relaxed.” “Relaxed, fuck, she’s three sheets to the wind fucked up. How does it feel Matty,” The guy on the bottom asked as he pulled me in for a cum drenched kiss. I was in a trance watching it.“Fuck it feels good, A guy in each hole. Fucking me. Do it fuck me like your paying for it,” I told the guy under me. Then I turned and told the guy up my ass. “Fuck me in the same hole.” Then a new voice. A woman. “You heard her. Push that shit in. Stuff her cunt. “Maybe he did that with a girlfriend.”Bobby and Roscoe were going fishing that day so she’d have some time to herself to sort out her feelings. Twice during the day her hand went between her legs and she felt deliciously wicked. Roscoe wasn’t working that night so they got some beer and all watched a movie and went to bed at the same time.She was kind of disappointed when Roscoe stayed on his side of the bed and also again on Sunday. Going to church caused some guilt to surface and she had to.