Trip to the Liquor Store

Okay so I have a confession. I am a 39 year old Divorcee. So, I went up to the liquor one Friday 2 weeks ago to get a couple bottles of wine. While parking I notice 3 young men standing around. I recognized 2 of them and knew one of them as being the son of my friend and neighbor I said hi and so did he and then he asked if I would do them a favor. He asked if I would take their money and buy them some alcohol. I know right. Anyway, I questioned him and asked him what his mom would say and told them that I could get in trouble. He assured me that they would never tell. I thought about it and agreed. I told them that I would meet them in the alley behind my house where my garage was. I took their money and went inside, purchased a case of beer, a bottle of bourbon, and my wine.
As I pulled in the alley and went to my garage they were standing there. They were smiling and ready for their drinks. As we got the stuff out of my car I asked them where they planned on drinking it and they said they were just going to hang out in the back yard out of view. I told them they could come in my house so they wouldn't be seen.
We all poured some drinks, wine and beer at first. I pulled some shot glasses down and took some shots. I was feeling like I was in high school again. As we drank I could feel them checking me out and looking at my breast. I was wearing a modestly low cut tank top and I am quite busty because one of the few things my ex husband gave me that I still had were my fake boobs that I had for a few years. Not Dolly Parton or anything, but I am a 36DD.
After a couple more drinks the one boy that I had not seen before finally asked if my boobs were real. I blushed. I laughed and asked if they would even know the difference. That's when the son of my friend asked if he could feel them to figure out. I took a big drink of wine and stood up. I said sure. He began feeling me. Squeezing and pushing on them. The other two quickly jumped at the chance. I know how 3 sets of hands on my boobs and was not doing anything to stop them. I raised my shirt over my head and was only wearing a bra. Within in a few seconds my bra was coming off. The looks on their faces were so genuine. They were loving this and so was I. I was pushed back onto the couch. My friends son was now sucking on my boobs and his friends were feeling me all over. I felt a hand between my legs and I just spread further. They began tugging at my jeans and I then I was naked. I told them to take off their pants. As they stood up to take off their pants I slid to the ground on my knees and waited. Their cocks were so beautiful and hard. I began touching and sucking them.
As you can imagine this continued until I was laying on my back and my friends son was positioning himself between my legs as his friends egged him on. They were cheering him and calling me dirty names. He pumped into me feverishly until he came. Then he was replaced by another and then the last one. When he finished the first one was hard again. This went on for what seemed like hours. I was being satisfied by these young studs and I didn't care what kind of whore they thought I was.
As you can imagine they came back last weekend and I'm sure will be here this Friday. Do I feel ashamed? Maybe a little. Do I care? No!

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