It all started this morning when he was still home. It was one of those times when he gets up behind me against the kitchen counter, pressing himself ...gainst my back, nibbling the back of my neck and reaching around to feel my breasts, squeezing and fondling them. But somehow, today has been different. Maybe it’s the sunlight streaming in everywhere and lighting up this house in the treetops, with all the windows open and all you can hear is the birds chirping and pecking, and singing. Usually. They all collapsed in a happy, sticky heap.The recovery period was inevitably longer this time, with still more gimlets for refreshment. When the other women eventually fluffed her three riders back to life Mel led them to centre stage, mounted Pete, reverse cowgirl this time, loaded Phil's cock into her ass and swallowed Tom's dick like a hot-dog.I lay down next to her and Sylvie climbed aboard, also in the reverse cowgirl position. Jake got between the thigh-high boots and I had a grandstand. " I looked at Sophia and raised my eyebrows.She was about to respond when she began to orgasm at the same time. Just like the rest of the girls in our gang she didn't let that stop her. "If ... GOD I'M COMING ... being a slut means enjoying sex ... GOD, FUCK ... enjoying sex with multiple partners ... COME ON JUSTIN FUCK ME ... then yes I am definitely a slut. And seeing as being a slut--" she began to fuck me hard again "doesn't ... GOD I'M COMING AGAIN ... doesn't have the nasty connotations. “I think you’re a little too slutty for me.”Daphne’s jaw dropped. “You orchestrated a gang bang on ME and I’M the slut? Fuck you, Mallory. I’m tired of your mood swings, you bipolar bitch!”“M—maybe we shouldn’t talk anymore then.” Mallory stammered. She choked on the words and winced even after she said them. “Since I’m so moody.”“Guess so,” Daphne said even though her face softened. She cradled her soda like a child just punished. About to lose her favorite toy.Mallory took several steps past.