His cum was not bad tasting, perhaps not what I would want on a roast beef sandwich, but not bad. The truth of the matter was that it tasted pretty go...d and later wanted to taste it more and more. I don’t know when we got back in our original position because I fell asleep immediately but we were back where we belonged when I awoke. Neither of us said anything until we got home from school. Mom and dad were still at work and Shelia had stopped at a friends house on the way home, so we were. Her name was Ann, 40ish, pretty, dark hair and had large breasts with large nipples that always seemed to be protruding against her hospital gown. She was a large woman, very much on the chubby side. We seemed to get along well and found we had some things in common. She was having some tests in the morning and as I sat explaining the tests to her, she kept smiling at me. One of her hands was beneath the covers on her bed and I could see her arm moving. Was she masturbating, I wondered? The. .. I don’t know how to describe it. Maybe one day I’ll draw it and get someone to tell me what they see.“Is this really what you see?” Her voice was quiet, almost pleading.I nodded again, blinking back my own tears. I don’t know why I felt like crying. It was, as if seeing Mum cry meant that I had to cry with her.There was the sudden scrape of a pushed-back chair. A quick rush around the table, and I was wrapped up and squeezed tightly in a motherly hug. Or maybe it wasn’t so motherly – usually. "I'm down." Izzy, the curly blonde said wearing denim daisy dukes with white lace at the bottom and a shirt that clearly showed her cleavage.Damien and Carmen both headed in with Izzy following behind. Dahlia stayed back to convince Tim.Carmen, a Native American born women had black soot like hair and darkened skin. Wearing spandex pants and a white tank top she and Damien with Izzy tagging behind they walked through the forgotten halls of the abandoned circus house made of wood. The outside of.