Mind you, it was still coffee and brandy when we got back to our house, all feeling relaxed but charged up with what would be our dessert in a very sh...rt time. Sally broke the ice on this. ‘You were right about that bed Carol,’ she said. ‘There’s that much more room to move about, and that’s why I’m using it tonight.’ John looked at me as I looked at Carol and I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Sally giving a smirk at seeing the heads turn in different directions. ‘So if John’s ready,’ she. Just like Billy did in your story about when the parents taught their son about sex. I read that story a dozen times and cum every time! But Darling, exciting as this has been, and as hot and horny as we both are, and as much as a mother/son screwing is a turn on for both of us; we still can’t have sex. It would be wrong, no matter how much we both want to consummate our lust. We can’t open that can of worms, Honey, we just can’t.The look on my face would have been a classic photo of a. This is not for you or forany female who pretends to have feelings in order to get money. Thisis a combination documentary and fantasy. It has no script per se. Neitherwoman in this film memorizes or delivers "lines". In thisfilm two women learn basic quality love making. They say what they feeland are willing to share their thoughts with one another. That naturalhuman dialogue is as close to a script as this project needs. These mustbe honest real feelings or other women will not identify with. He handed me a Sprite and vodka and I sipped it down. Jon lead me to the TV room and asked me to just entertain myself until he was finished with his business. I found a movie I liked and began to watch it when I grew tired and fell asleep. I awoken sitting naked in a cold bathtub. My hands were fastened together as were my feet, and there was a gag in my mouth. Had I been d**gged, what happened, where was I? I had no way to escape or even call out for help, if there was any possible.