I guess I was trying to wipe out all of the images of the last days and the words both spoken and unspoken between us.When I got home Sue had cooked u... a good meal. We ate in silence, Sue not eating much at all. After dinner we sat in the living room and began the first of many long talks. We were trying to find out about each other's thoughts and feelings without being confrontational. It was a very difficult discussion to start, and even harder to stay calm while hearing things you expect to. After he pointed over to the nightstand drawers, Nurse Brenda dragged out all our implements of torture and pleasure and ordered us to begin. “What’s the matter with you Douglas?” Jennifer asked as she looked at his limp penis.“Performance anxiety maybe,” he returned.“You have four sexy women here in your bedroom and you can’t get it up?” Brenda queried.As Louise began to fiddle around with my clit ring, she pointed out, “He likes to watch women make out.”“So watching you two go at it isn’t. Open meeee!"Lauren sat transfixed, her mind seeing images of her mother letting a stranger put fingers in her butt. She was repulsed, but couldn't stop listening. The moans and chatter went on for a few minutes before her mother said, "ok ... I'm as ... as open as I can be ... Let me sit on it ... I'll try to take you back there..."Lauren waited in silence, her mind racing, caught up in the drama unfolding on the other end of the line. Would her mother be able to take the man in her ass? She. She stood in the kitchen, nude except for a frilled pink apron hanging around her waspish waist, covering her front to the knees. Long black hair hung over her pale back, the tips dangling between her slender shoulder blades. She smiled softly to herself, blushing as her hands slid their way up to her large bust. Adura gave a little glance behind her, swallowing and slowly massaging her breasts. A soft moan drifted out of her plump, red lips, fading into the air quickly. As her hands tender.