" And Sara moaned loudly at being called that—a cumslut—that was fucking hot. The licking became more urgent—more desperate. Kristy grinded her ...ips roughly down on her face as she brought a finger down behind her body to play with her own ass. This was something she did sometimes when she was very horny, she'd lightly run a finger around her butthole and play with herself. She pushed the digit into her hole and was completely turned on. She was going to cum soon on her friend's face.Now Sara. It wasn’t a big town, and my mind was going round all sorts of possibilities. The girls woke together, no great wonder as they seemed to be entwined, and both leant over to kiss me. “Morning!” They both moved over to me, and with one arm around Jenny, cupping a breast, the other around Sylvia, cupping her breast, I just lay there while two hands stroked me into life. I said to Sylvia that I had woken thinking about the co-incidence that she had come from Banbury and that we had both been in. Remember, he'd seen her naked that night when he also saw the teenaged babysitter naked. So he just didn't think about her like most boys with two parents would think about their mother.The upshot was that Scott Carson could understand how other guys might consider his mother to be ... a MILF.How do I know this?Because that's where our wandering, painful conversation led us that night. It led Scott to a different kind of understanding of why I could fall for his mother. It put things in a frame. Silva Cranz was a respected accountant with a penchant for the thin wire frame glasses that marked many of his trade. He was presently climbing the Chicago social ladder. He was well thought of and fairly brilliant in his field.I met him in 1973 after he took the reigns of his families manufacturing business. We had some mutual business and continued to see one another. He liked old cars, planes, and women, the same as I did. On a few occasions we even traded among ourselves. We met many times.