I’d forgotten about that. That was me coming home after having a date. It was my first time with a certain one of the basketball players. Mom wanted...to talk about it with me.”“But you didn’t want to.”“I couldn’t tell her that I’d just screwed the boy on our first date.”“I guess I can see how that might be uncomfortable. Did you ever tell her about your dates?”“No. After a while, she stopped trying to pry out the details.”“What about girlfriends?”“Starting in junior high, I was closer to the. He sucked eagerly, tasting the hot juices that dripped from her. His balls swelled up, his cock jerking about as he knelt there, his face buried into his mother's cunt. The soft hairs of her pussy tickled his cheeks and nose, just his eyes staring at her naked tits. His tongue darted and delved, licking the creamy walls just inside her cunt."Ahhhh, baby, baby!" Donna squealed, humping her cunt into her son's face. "Ohhhh, what a tongue, Mike! Ooooooh, give it to Mother! Tongue Mother's cunt.. “Wycome being the ‘revelry capital of Thedas’, apparently.” She snorted, her opinion of that title obvious.I raised an eyebrow. “And why, pray tell, was the rather taciturn innkeeper regaling you with all of this terribly fascinating information about Wycome?”She flushed, and I laughed. “Never mind. Did he tell you anything about the market?”We spent a couple of enjoyable hours wandering through an open air market, looking at everything from local produce to imported silks, hand made pastries. Which caused the men to laugh Peter saying that my dear was “just a pair of teeth… “she looked bemused, though her face changed as she heard a truck pull up outside. Before they could glance through the window the two respective men ushered their wives to the two bedrooms, laying them on their backs securing ankles to bed legs in the open position and releasing the women`s arms, each husband telling his wife, now secured to the bed-end by her akimbo ankles, that her opposite number would be.