We felt completely at ease sitting around naked with the Maddisons. Mum didn't even want to wash off the sperm that was still coating her face, chest ...nd belly. She declared it a badge of honour. At that point Laura suggested mum might like to consider trying out for the Sex Olympics."Oh but what event could I do?' she said. "I can't deep throat like you. I can't get George in my ass. I don't have any special skills." But you do mum," I said. "You proved it tonight." Oh come on dear, what can I. What about after? What'd you do? You had to have been pretty pissed," one of my friends remarked. "Oh, I was pissed alright. Kept my drapes closed for the next couple of nights - although his wife was home both of those nights, so he probably wasn't watching anyway." "And..." one of my buddies prompted, "Well I kept thinking about it. I mean, like I was really pissed at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I got to thinking it was okay." Charlene looked at me as she said that last. . sex. But our interest in Brinn’s penis on an up close and personal basis (as well as our interest in Uncle Bob’s penis from a distance) convinced us both that there was no danger we’d turn into flaming dykes or something like that.So, during one particularly passionate evening when we were trading off licking and sucking Brinn’s erection, we kissed. And then, when he came, and we tried to each get some of his yummy man-milk in our mouths, we kissed again, rubbing his slippery spend around. It. I very recently started work in a factory on the edge of town, where they make underwear for teenagers mostly. In my department were two girls who were obviously lesbians, I found myself being strangely attracted to them. One was a bit butch called Jenni, but she still looked pretty, and the other was very casual in her appearance, named Emma, slightly more rugged looking, I was to later find out that they were an item.I got to talk to them a lot over the coming weeks, they were ever so.