It was happening. My hands grabbed their hair. I gripped their blonde locks, Mom’s lighter shade than my sister’s. My fingers slid through her sil...y hairs.Every lick of their tongue, every suck of their lips, caressed me. My heart hammered in my chest. I gripped their hair, holding them tight. I was almost at that peak of my passion. I was feeling my balls growing tight.“Goddamn, you two are hot,” I groaned. “This is my dream. You two, sucking my cock.”“Mmm, you’re such a naughty son,” my mom. With no bra on underneath, her floppy breasts hung down and jiggled whenever she moved. She wore a pair of denim shorts, the kind with the frayed hems at the bottom, and an inch or two of her asscheeks puffed out from the bottom on each side.Roy had on a pair of khaki pants and a button up sports shirt that was a size or two too small. Maybe he chose that size on purpose, I thought to myself, because it helped show off the bulging muscles of his upper arms, and the contour of his well-developed. “We were wondering if you had a minute to talk with us.”I looked at Sammy and then to Lynette, who came back around from her keyboards. When Sammy gave me a touch to her watch, I said, “We’re about ready to start here, but if you’re good with waiting ‘till our first break, we’ll be glad to meet up with you.”“That’s in about forty-five minutes to an hour, right?” Ms. Whiteside asked with a smile.“Yeah, about fifty, fifty-five minutes,” Sammy replied.Ms. Whiteside looked at the other reporter and. As she refilled my glass, she said, “I really don’t know what turned me on to you in the market. I don’t normally come on to strangers that way. But the rose you brought—not to mention the bulge in your pants; it makes me think that tonight will be a good night.”Very soon, we were on our second wine bottle and I was beginning to feel it. She’d dip her fingers into the cheese dip and then slide them into my mouth or hers. When it was my turn, she dipped in with two fingers, thus giving me a.