"Julie felt Christine relax and fall deeper. "Yes," Christine whispered,"I can tell you anything..." Have you ever been with a woman, Christine?" Onc...." When?" In college, with my roommate junior year." Did you like it?" It was different. But I prefer men."Julie came around more toward the front of the chair and leaned overChristine - so close that Christine could smell Julie's faint perfume.She took a deep breath."Do you like that smell, Christine?" Yes. It's lovely." Do you want me to. The fact that it was my own mother getting fucked by my friend, only served to magnify my feelings of hurt and betrayal. Why would she invite Kevin to fuck her on her marriage bed? Deep down inside, if I had to be honest with myself, I guess what really bothered me was how jealous I was of their affair. Ever since I can remember, I've had lustful feelings for my mother.I looked forward to the weekends when she would carelessly walk around the house in just her shirt and panties, displaying her. I grabbed him and held him against open flame…thanks to a cigarette lighter belonging to my friend Charleston. I hurt that guy, man. I’m sorry for it now but at the time, all I felt was a profound sense of accomplishment. Yeah, I started being a monster and a menace just like every Sociopath who has ever lived. However, inexplicably, I changed as time went by. I don’t know from whence my transformation came, but as time went by, I changed. I evolved from a fiend into what I am now. A halfway. Again and again, viscous eruptions filled his mouth and slid down his throat. He could feel his own cum dribbling down his skin, and beginning to ooze through the creases in his tight balls. His panties were wet against his palm, and becoming wetter by the moment.Norm couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so alive, or sexy. All the straight cum in his belly made him feel warm all over.Eventually, the grunts arising from above took on a pained tone, and the gasps turned more desperate. .