They smelled of urine and poop. If was discusting and arousing at the same time. I whished I could lick it.I imagined her crotch on my face. I was now...back rock hard. He couldnt take more than half of it in his mouth now. His wife sat on his neck, facing me, forcing him to deeptroat me. I moaned."See, sissy, Fuck toy like it deep"Then she liked the panty still on my face, grinding at the same time on her neck. I was tied to a chair with a gagball,facefucking a guy, while his wife was grinding. On the third day his mother came to visit us. When she made sure everything was all right she decided to return to the city. I asked her to give me a lift as I had some plans there for the evening. She agreed easily and soon we were driving home in her Lexus.The car was comfortable and the driver looked very seductive. She was a slim 40-year-old woman and looked perfect, much younger than her real age was. Her name was Martha. We didn’t talk on the way. The radio was on and some slow music was. Asking through my friend the psychiatrist, I learned that progress was slow with my mother and Tracy's situation was a bit more complicated because of the similarity of her case to drug addiction. I was told that therapy would help her but a cure will come depending on her own will power.A few days before the holidays I called Tracy to ask how she was getting along."It's hard, Bob. George finally heard about my escapades and wants to divorce me. I haven't fucked around in the last three weeks. She looked down and saw the raisins of her nipples poking up through the cotton-knit shirt and admired her own chest before pulling the bra up and around her. At the re-union she had caught one of her uncle's friends staring at her breasts more than once, and finally resorted to crossing her arms over her chest to keep him from ogling at her. But after she had done so a couple of times, she found herself missing the attention, and deliberately threw out her 34-C chest to see if he would stare.