I struggled to get the words out. "I'm afraid of Tom... and for you." Hey, come on now, it's going to be O.K." She dodged the issue gracefully, puttin... me back in the spotlight. "He really hurt you didn't he?" Her arms reached out again and held me. It was so soothing and gentle the way Jennifer stroked my face and whispered how it was going to be all right. So loving, so understanding, but there was something wrong. I just couldn't put my finger on it.Just then I remembered, jumping up to look. "I love the way you do that!"Trish pushed her tongue deep inside of Rebecca's mature cunt and waggled it about for a moment. As she pulled her tongue back into her mouth she began to suck. Instantly she was rewarded with a full greasy stream of Rebecca's sweet juices.'God!' Rebecca thought, 'She is the best cunt eater I've ever known.'She had come to know several underage cunt-eaters since her seduction of her own daughter eight months ago. But Trish's tendencies were for pussy more than prick. Come home and get married Darcy. Diane, xxxxx.’ Brushing away flies, Darcy looked at the younger females and the lonely-looking older women but that all looked away quickly, or didn’t even look at him. Who could blame them? His greasy hair was over his collar, his clothes were worn and dirty and his teeth were yellow. An older man with pink cheeks and a mincing walk looked at him, staring very intensely. Darcy buried his face in front of the computer screen and replied to his mom’s email: ‘Mom.. His light honey brown body was smooth and hairless. I rubbed his protruding nipples. He closed his eyes, still looking down. “Set on the bed and put your feet on the floor while I remove your booths.” He followed my instructions like a disciplined marine. I untied his shoestrings and removed each booth. He lay back on the bed as I unsnapped his belt buckle and started unbuttoning his pants, then his zipper until I could see his marine green boxer shorts and a large bulge of his cock. .