I awoke to an empty bed. I put on a robe as I was walking down stairs. I found mom sitting at the table crying. "Mom, Mom! what's wrong? You know what...s wrong. I fucked my own son! I was wrong in telling you to sleep in my room, I knew what would happen. I sat next her, "Mom you said yourself, you play with toys instead of replacing dad. I admire that. Last night you were in need of love, something you haven’t had since dad died. Mom I love you! In a totally different way too!" She started. Liz brought up the idea to join her in the club one afternoon, less audience for first-timers. She will wear a mask as well. And she wants me to look as slutty as possible. False tattoos, false piercing on lips and nose, dyed pink hair easy to wash off. She didn't wait for an answer and said, 'you and me, think about it.'I asked Liz if she ever had taken six guys, Paul's fantasy. She said, best so far in terms of sports fucking was a private session, when she wished to be shared and pleased by. Frank being a good friend offered his couch for John to sleep on for the weekend. They got off work and bought a case of beer and went to Franks to hangout and watch TV. Frank started getting a little tired so he stated he was going to go jump in the shower and possibly go to bed. While Frank was in the shower john let his guilty pleasure get the best of him and started watching some gay porn on his phone. John got aroused bytes the images. He reached down and started rubbing his crotch through. She set them aside and Emily spread her legs.The nurse peered down at Emily's neatly-trimmed brown thatch. She squeezed a bit of lube on a speculum and positioned it between Emily's pink lower lips."Hang on honey, this might be cold," said the nurse."Aaaghh!" Emily shrieked as the duck-billed instrument penetrated her. She felt a rush of cool air as the speculum wedged her open, exposing her most intimate passage to the world.The nurse worked quickly. She unscrewed the top of the canister and.