Mommy wants to be your dirty slut. Shoot your cum down Mommy's hungry throat.” I heard Chaz gasp and whimper.Voila! An erect member emerged from the...hole in the closet door—a dusky, rose-colored shaft capped with a light brown cockhead, a thin membrane of skin stretched taut between the shaft and bottom of the head, just under the slit, begging to be licked. It was warm, firm in my hand, and tasted of sweat, the faint sourness of pee, and the musky hunger of balls yearning to discharge. It was. But I couldn’t love her like boyfriend-girlfriend. No, that’s not completely honest. I could love her, and I did, kind of ― OK, more than kind of ― but the truth is, as creepy as the thing with Father Ransom was, it also made me curious about penises. It freaked me out when he went off in my mouth, but I couldn’t get the sight of his hard cock out of my mind, or the feel of it off my tongue. I kept wondering, what would it be like to have the whole thing in my pussy, going deep, fucking me,. "You're perfect. Scrumptious." "Help me with my hair a minute." "Sure, it's just mussed a little. Where's that bow you wanted?" I pointed to it on the dresser, and she quickly picked it up andpinned it to the back of my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror andshuddered. I was pretty. Not a svelte young thing, but I did lookgood. Good enough that a man would want to dance with me, perhaps.Good enough to want to have a romantic evening, perhaps. What aboutsex? "What are you thinking,. I sat silent holding my cock, and listened. I could hear her breathing, and a strange sound. Almost as if she was running her hands through her pubic hair. I continued to listen, and soon I could hear her pussy getting wet. “There is no way, that this beautiful woman is masturbating in the stall next to me,” I thought to myself. It has to be something else… Slowly her breathing increased and I could definitely hear her cunt begin to get sloppy as she rubbed away. Looking down, I thought, “she.