She had pieces of it stuck to her forehead, and to her hands, with some even tangled in her hair. What does one say in such a situation? I still don't...know. She turned a bright crimson and made a shrieking 'mmfff' noise. All I could do was tuck my cock back into my pants, and shake my head wearily, turning away to give her privacy to finish her 'fix'. We didn't speak of that day again.I can't bring myself to address this issue straight-on. I know, I know she'd deny having a quote-unquote. As I was unbuttoning my trousers she ran her hands over my shoulders. When my trousers were off, I stood in only my boxers. My hard young cock was almost unrestrained by them and my excitement was evident.My mother embraced me to dance. "Mark, you are becoming quite a gentleman. I hope that whatever happens, we can be open with each other." This was going better than I could ever imagine, I thought. I wanted my mother badly.We danced to the music for a few minutes while I felt her boobs. When Sandra ran the bike over a dip in the road, it took Amy's breath away as the dildos pushed hard into Amy; she tried to wiggle around on the seat trying to manoeuvre the dildos out a little way without any success. Amy was not enjoying the sensations as her fear of being able to sustain an ounce of normality was over riding them.When they arrived at the stables Amy hopped off the bike as quick as she could pulling her pants at the knees, this gave her tight pussy and anus a little relief. At the time I didn't know anything about her apart from that night I was aware she hooked up with a guy at the party. I had just finished talking to her for 5 minutes but I was with another girl at the time, so the next I heard, a friend was talking about how she was in the bathroom hooking up with one of his mates. Then I saw them walk out together. The last I saw her that night she was leaving the party, but with a different guy. I didn't think much of it as I never knew who she came with.