Before long mother's breathing was becoming a little choppy and her face and shoulders were becoming flushed. She was getting very turned on, not only...from the fingering my father was doing to her, but also, I think, because of the pure eroticism of what was happening. She was having a little difficulty holding back an orgasm. They talked about masturbation as well as mutual masturbation and how healthy it was to masturbate. Mother talked about and showed us a few of the ways she masturbated. Forty-seventh SundayI have not written anything in few days as I have tried to come to grips with what happened to me. Hopefully this writing will help me formulate my thoughts.I was doing last few measurements late last night when suddenly I felt compelled to look away from my instruments and stare at a strangely captivating face. It was a man in dark robe, with lifeless blood red eyes and a cold smile on his lips.He said something like "You have been chosen to take over", came to me, opened. ‘That’s gonna be hard mate, look at these fucking things’ he growls.‘Fuck, they’re ripe’ says the barman, his eyes fixed on my hard nipples. ‘Take her outside and cover them in spunk, then bring her back in for my turn’I grin, riding the first guy’s fingers, loving all the eyes in the bar on my naked tits.‘Let’s go for a walk’ the first guy says ‘I want my cock inside that slut hole’.Fuck I want that too but I have to remember my rules. He doesn’t care so they pull their fingers out of my. Whenever the singers sing a line about a beautiful woman or sexy woman, I pointed my finger to her saying that it was her they were singing about.She said that I have been smitten by her and I didn’t deny it to her. She laughed loudly and danced close to me now. The concert was over around 11 and then we had food at the Bar. Around 11.30 we left the bar. It was very cold outside. She hugged me in the bike. I drove my bike slowly. It was awesome feeling that there was cold outside but inside my.