The answers she wanted to hear. She smiled at me. Well knowing what I was doing. Then she offered me a perfect view on her big tits. A view deep down ...er neckline. I had to stare at her. She took notice: “At least you are not gay.”My head turned red, all I could say was: “Mom, please.”Than I left the room. Went back into my chamber. Beating down the hard wood between my legs. Desperately trying to think of something different than my mom’s tits. But I had to gave in. And despite me jerking off. .. catching a glimpse of a woman's cunt was nearly as rare as hens teeth. For girls it was different especially if they had brothers or if they lived on a farm that had farmhands. As we know men display their equipment more freely even if its in all innocence such as relieving themselves of water in the open air which was common back then in the countryside. Girls didn't freely admit to witnessing such sights of course...except to their closest female friends where they willingly and excitedly. Satisfied that he had done everything that was possible, he departed from London on schedule, and arrived at Stonehaven station half an hour late, the result of a suicide in front of an earlier train. The hotel was near enough that he could walk there with his suitcase, and check in. He then ordered a taxi (on company expenses) to get a short survey of the town since he was last there. He decided that instead of phoning, he would just ask at the local hospital about their purchasing. But it madly excited me and I asked him to talk about it and showed my photos and videos to others. I spoke to my husband who was immediately ok. So, others came to tell me that they knew about me and that they also wanted to fuck me in exchange for their silence. Except that I did not want their silence, on the contrary. With time, they allowed themselves to come from time to time with their own friends to use me gangbang. And that's how I started to become the cum dump of the neighborhood,.