But probably would go deeper than my finger. My cock is fatter and longer. So the feeling would be quite different. A much fuller feeling, I have been...told. And more intense.’ ‘I was just wondering. It did feel good.’ ‘He didn’t do that to me,’ Mindy retorted. ‘It felt good?’ ‘Yes, the combination of his tongue and fingers was very intense. I liked it.’ ‘John, would you do the same thing to me when we get back to the resort?’ ‘Absolutely! I would love to.’ We meandered along the beach in. 'If I know my son at all, I'm sure he will move right in with you, ' she had told me." Mom's," I thought. "They know everything!" Again I realized Lindie was a mom. Not mine, but of my daughter. It was part of the female's genes. Female intuition. It was constantly turned on. And I loved it.How right they all were. Lindie and I had never discussed it. And what did I do. I drove the van right up to her front door! Not my front door. Hers!They both were right. This is where I wanted to be. Right. He held on to Jerry as he and Barbara walked him out of the building to their car. They sat him in the back seat and then climbed in the front. Jon had sobered up considerably since that whole conversation had gotten started. He took his time driving home, mulling over the scenario to make sure he wasn’t going to change his mind at the last minute. He also wanted to give Jerry a chance to sober up just a little. If he was too drunk, his dick might not cooperate at his age. Jerry was 45 years. Then they backed off by one turn and let nature take its course. With time, asthe blood circulation was reduced, her tits would begin to swell, thus cuttingoff all circulation to those big bags of flesh. They would swell further andturn colors, finally becoming near black. At this point she would be only a fewhours away from tissue death. Depending on the risk that her tormentors wishedto take, they might wait another hour or even two, before loosening the ties andallowing the blood to rush.