It’s one of my better qualities.” You stroke my penis, tracing the thick vein ready to burst from sensory overload.My hips twitch. And, though I�...d never admit to any other company, this brief pause has me desperate for completion, for your hips to finish this wicked dance.You let out a dark laugh. “No need to say a thing, baby. This ass of yours knows just what it wants.” The dildo burrows back inside my superheated ass, bumping against my prostate, sending the raw, corrupt pleasure coursing. I said to Caroline "You didn't lock the door did you", and she looked embarrassed and said "No".As we were in a clinch with my hand on Caroline's tits, Jean stood and looked gobsmacked. I said "Come over here" and Jean walked over to us. I moved closer to Jean and kissed her, she let me, as I began snogging her Caroline sat down. Jean and I were soon getting into it as I put my hand on her breasts through her blouse, she moaned.Unbuttoning Jeans blouse I soon discarded her bra, and her tits. It was now 10pm and dark outside and I went to my moms room to see if she was ready. I knocked on the door and went inside to find my mom on the bed with my blow up doll naked and eating it’s pussy like if she was eating out a real girl.“Hi, mom are you ready to go?” I asked her.She turned her head to look at me then sat on the edge of her bed.“Actually sweetie there has been a change in plans.”I looked at her with a little disappointment. “What do you mean? I thought we were going. So now i'm a whore. All i'm good for is to get fucked.But I watch her all the time. The way she moves,her beautiful red hair, her perfect long legsI love it when she sings in her backyard.Such a beautiful voice.But I know she sees me as a freak and a filthywhore and she's right.I'm not worthy of her.I was crying as I wrote that and I allowedtwo teardrops to fall on the page and I heldit up so they'd run down the page.That book was my heart.By now everyone was silent.Almost everyone was.