The warmth engulfed my dick-head, softly parting like a thick gel; mom’s vagina let me sink/slide (slink?) deeper inside her body. Now we were one,...again, forever, and always, at least until we couldn’t cum any more.Then we’d take a break. But that wasn’t yet! As mom predicted, the tanks were topped off and the pounding was full throttle. This was the moment the T-H-R-O-B-B-I-N-G peaked, as it was meant to happen. The point that the big pulse, like a shock wave traveling from my. All of them sporting very erect cocks, looking for a place to satisfy themselves. One sat down and his companions picked up the blonde and seated her on this man’s large cock, while the other two offered their cocks to her mouth. She bounced on this large cock, alternately sucking on the other two, inducing what would certainly climax in another cum bath. She serviced the cocks like an expert, allowing her new found friends to use her in which ever way they saw fit, and these were men of. Before I had time to recover from the unexpected fondling, Wendy was calling to me, "You must be Kelly?"I was not sure what I had expected of Wendy. I guess I was expecting a short haired, dyke, or a frumpy accountant, nerdy type. That was not Wendy. She glided like a ballerina, with long shapely legs that we shown off by a black business suit with a very short hem. She was well built like an athlete or dancer with toned arms and a smaller chest, perhaps a large B-cup or small C. He hair was a. No matter what I do I can’t seem to stop these thoughts from coming into my head. Growing up I didn’t understand why I felt like I did and when I was really young I remember feeling very confused by it all. For a little time when this all started I had no idea that there was anything wrong with how I felt, I thought it was completely normal and everyone was the same as me. I didn’t take long though to figure out when I was being inappropriate and my mother was quick to point out anything she.