.. did what I did ... finished ... you said you did something you regretted.”“Yes, I did. But this isn’t the time to talk about that, David.”�...�Why not, Mom?”“Because it’s embarrassing.”“Mom, we’re naked in my bed. I don’t think there’s much left to be embarrassed about. Besides, that was so many years ago.”“Fine, if you really want to hear about it. Like I told you, you were behind me and somehow my nightgown was hiked way up. You were rubbing hard against me. And you finished, up my back like I. Someone took pity on me. I was standing alone watching the men in shorts and t-shirts make pigs of themselves at the snack table, clutching warm beers and talking about ATVs, whatever those are. The women, who clearly had taken the event more seriously, had dressed up and were gathered in their own klatches, nattering about Coronation Street or Dr. Phil.I knew no one, so after some introductions, I was on my own. The men were obviously a team and I'm the furthest thing from a team-player and. She's dancing sexily to a musicchannel on the tv. You can see her hair swishing around her neck as thedances to the music. You decide to make your presence known by opening the door so it hits the cupboard behind it. She jumps a little in shock, but just smiles at you and keeps on dancing. That smile, those wonderful lips, you wonder how you have been able to resist this girl for so long. You make your way slowlyand silently too the sofa behind her.From here you can see the back of her legs. But none-the-less, I was sucking both cocks greedily, slurping up all the available semen with my tongue. And then a hand was scooping more semen dripping from my arse. I was conscious that the hand could probably snuggle inside, and part of me wanted it to do so, but its mission was to deliver more semen to my mouth, and I was satisfied with that. I was gagging and swallowed some of the juice I had accumulated. Another hand found some more for me to replace that which I had swallowed.The cocks.