Chapter 7
Long after the last spasm of her orgasm had faded away she still stared at her daughter. She was aware of other people in the room, she even noticed that they were rapidly undressing, chattering and laughing as they did. She noticed all those things, but her real attention was on Debbie. The slender girl stood by the door across from her. She was staring at her mother, a strange, shy look on her face. As if she wasn't certain what her mother's attitude would be.
Sandra wasn't certain either, what could her attitude be? She would find it difficult to be outraged and motherly, especially as she was sitting naked in front of the girl, the white semen of a eighteen-year-old boy dribbling out of her v****a! There didn't seem to be any attitude that she could have, she couldn't even
