" I went downstairs.Mother was having coffee in the garden, and I joined her. Daddy hadalready left for work."Are you alright, dear?" Yes, mother." ...I sipped my coffee and thought about the emotional rollercoaster of last night."Would you like to talk about it?"I told her everything from the power rush of being me, and I did say "me"not "being Brandi," to the lust and then the terror."Why did you pick me, mother?" I asked.She set down her coffee and held my hands in hers. We had the. She then teased my clit with two fingers as she kissed up to my neck and then straddled me, grinding against me. She pulled my hair as she kissed me. I started to moan and my body was pulsating under hers. She rubbed her clit in circles against mine and whispered in my ear, “I love you, Samantha.” I got butterflies. She kept touching me and teasing me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I started to breathe faster. Right when I was close, she slowed down. I tried to pull her closer but. If the ride was long enough, I could give him a blow job. We went into the haunted house. Now this ride was dark, so I was able to give Scott a blow job. Once we were strapped in Scott took his cock out and I put my head into his lap. Scott was soft, but I sucked and played with his cock in my mouth. I like to take him all the way down my throat. He isn't too big. He has a five inch cock. I am able to deep throat him with no issues. I bobbed my head up and down over his cock. Taking him all. He knew he had to start at the beginning with this one. “Pen, let me put it this way, until a couple of months ago, I was a regular Joe. There I am doing my Masters and struggling to make ends meet. I like to keep fit…” “… and be a nude model and a naturist at the beach…” interjected Penny with a giggle. Her levity moderated the need for seriousness. “Well, there is that yes.” He paused. “Pen, it’s just, well, it’s tough to put into words, y’know?” “Try Harry, I won’t take offence. I think it’s.