The family was temporarily living with John’s Aunt and Uncle down in Oregon. His uncle was a gyppo logger and dad was driving a bull dozer for him p...lling in logs to load up on a truck. It was a clear day after it rained at night and the day before. The air was clean and fresh.That morning the two boys headed out to do their chores Cousin Billy asked John to help him fill the wood box. They stacked the wood as high as possible and filled the wheelbarrow as full as possible. Billy was taking the. She still didn't make any eye contact with me and kept them closed shut. She spread her legs open a little bit, leaving enough space for me to be able to fit my whole hand in between. I started my way up from the begging of her slit, slowly touching her and rubbing her, making my way down with my index and middle finger. She was pretty wet and her breathing got heavier and her body got warmer. I then slid one finger into her hole. She was so tight and warm and it felt so good to finger her. I. Because you’re bisexual, Mom. Deep down inside, you’ve always craved pussy. Not as much you crave my dick, but you do love pussy a lot. You also want to find hotties to bring to my bed. To show how much you love me. Especially Krystal. You love her pussy the best!”I shuddered as I said those words. I did it. I would love my mom so much. My hands trembled as they reached for her breasts. I grabbed them and squeezed. I kneaded the tits that I nursed from as a child. My fingers sank into the. Can I have a drink? Someone pours me some crap wine circa 1979 boones farm. I stand in this teeny tiny studio apt in 'the kitchen' while 7 guys are in 'the living room' talking me off the ledge. Wow nice guys, no one is coming near me. All just talking, hanging out. My breathing starts to slow and I finally agree to just sit down.As I sat there on the futon in this cramped space, I talked with all of these guys, probably for 10 mins or so. To this day, I'm not sure how one guy decided it was.