She tastes wonderful! If I live my whole life I bet I’ll never taste something this good. I would do anything for her. I wonder if she likes her toe... licked. I wonder what her asshole tastes like. Fingers found their proper place inside her as she continued her worshipful adoration of the pussy between Mommy’s legs. I’m wet for Mommy, in case she wants to watch me have an orgasm.She felt Mommy grab handfuls of hair and step forward to ride the face pleasuring her. Neck bent back painfully,. Some preacher at one of them tent meetings must'a said something about the evil side or some such. 'Sinister' was the word he sometimes used. Said the boy had a sinister hand. Old Lem he'd to go out and be saved 'most every time one of them revivals came through here. Then he'd go right back to the drinkin' and cussin'." Mother's dead right about that. Lemuel liked them meetings and all that hellfire talk, but his wife now, she favored dances and assemblies and quilting bees and cider parties. I was so horny I was about to cum onto his hand when he stopped and pulled his hand out just as dad walked through the kitchen. I was so taken by the moment I didn’t see dad coming into the house, he grabbed a couple beers and walked back outside as Dave tugged at my shorts pulling them half way down my legs, I wasn’t wearing any knickers so it made it easier for him to get to me. Dave slipped his hand between my legs fingering my cunt again making my all wet and horny, he took his arm from. I get it. You don’t need to beat the topic to death. I was the same. I couldn’t imagine us having anything in common, but I’m coming around. I always assumed you were like most jocks: bullheaded and not terribly bright. Granted, you’re still bullheaded, but you’re not obnoxious about it.”“As much as your statement rankles me, I can also appreciate it. You’re right. Many of my friends—my straight jock friends, at least—fit into that category.”“What about outside influences? Is there anyone you.