I needed him to be my world, my thought, the very air I breathed. I needed to bring him as much pleasure as he brought me, needed to make him as crazy...with passion as he was making me, needed to feel himself lose himself in the pleasure I offered him. Crying his name, I writhed against him, both offering and demanding, desperate with desire. Burying his face in my neck, he rolled us over, letting me straddle him, his handsholding my hips tight as he ground up against me. Settling me back, he. I was still wearing panties, but when I quickly undressed to join them, both Tim and Janet could see that my panties were sopping wet with cum, and that it was oozing out of my pussy.“Mom ... you ... you look like you were in an orgy or something,” Janet said, her face red, stunned.“Honey, did you tell her?” I asked Tim.“Nope. You can,” he grinned.I turned to our daughter, then climbed on the bed next to her, excited over how slutty I looked. I had really gotten into the role of a slut that. I was actually shocked when I opened the door to find it smelling of a regular public bathroom, you may know the industrial air freashner smell I'm talking about, anyways, to put it bluntly, it was a fairly nice shitter! It didn't smell, was clean, and the hole was covered with a sliding piece of plastic which made it not at all as repulsive as they used to be! I did my business, and checked my email on my smartphone, when a nasty idea came over me. I wanted to jerk off right then and there! So. .. So what had happened to that gift I gave her? The one she turned bright red over, when she opened it. She did give me a dirty look, but I kind of expected that. Then she hid it amongst her other loot.I had just found it.Now let me describe this gift to you. I had ordered it online. It's called 'Clone-a-Willie'. No, I'm not kidding. The idea is that the guy gets hard and a mold is set around his Willie. After the mold is made, then you fill it with a goop that hardens. Presto, you have a.