‘Please, Mommy, it’s so sensitive, no more.’After, what seemed to be like an eternity and a period of quickening her pace, she sighed and stoppe....‘Now, what about me?Is it my turn to cum,’ she ask a little sarcastically?She points to a towel on the dresser, ‘Give me that towel.’I awkwardly get up off her lap, but before getting off the bed, I reach down to stop the vibration deep within me.‘What. The. Fuck. Do you think you are doing,’ she asks incredulously?She continues with a matter-of-fact. I hardly even go out on dates any more. Everyone suspects there's something wrong with me. Maybe there is.You see, I've found a substitute for women. For real-life women, that is. I dream.As a horny and frustrated adolescent I had begun fantasizing about what it might be like to make it with some of those unattainable cheerleaders, the cute ones with the high, musical voices and long hair down to the waist who were much too good for me. Fantasizing was better than nothing, and soon it was much. We flirted and joked with each other throughout the year, but nothing really happened between us. So all alone, we decided to waddle to the park to watch the sunrise. I couldn’t remember how it all started, next thing I knew, our lips devoured each others as our tongues danced in one another hungry mouths. He pulled down the top of my polka dot dress along with my bra to expose two ample breasts. He then kneaded them one after another before he pinched the nipple between his fingers. I moaned. There was no argument there.We pulled into the main approach to the place where the Gras was being held less than five minutes later, not even wanting to look at each other. Part of the wide road was already a parking lot of sorts, with a lot of emergency vehicles and police cruisers. One of the cops gestured us to stop. We obliged, a little apprehensive when a partner joined him, but the first cop smiled warmly, putting me at ease."If you're gonna be back and out soon," he offered, pointing to.