Still. I was hesitant to write anything because, you know, ladies talk.Then one of our group members decided she would start chronicling our discussio...s, so to beat her to the punch, I decided I’d write down our stories, often retold with great excitement every Monday when we meet at a local Starbucks.There are five of us, Jane, Roxanne, Emily, Joanne and me, who shall remain nameless, for now. We all met on-line in a social media group and over a period of several months, we had many great. I dutifully ate a cheese sandwich before getting back to work.Our meeting was at 7:00, but we actually met at 6:15. We had a lot to cover. Television is very much a hands-on environment, and you're a success because you pay a lot of close attention to the ideas. Today's discussion was "Summer Camp".Now we couldn't use that title. We'd all gone looking for that title just in case, and it was being used. An author was publishing a series of novels under that title, a story about a boy growing to. Brad had just peeled off his underwear and let them fall in a puddle at his feet.Karin's eyes opened in a dreamy, fluttering stare. She gazed upon her son. He was naked. His body was taut, beautiful, and rippling with heat. His cock was hard, so very hard. It throbbed and bounced with each beat of his pounding heart. Karin wondered what to do. Her son was so beautiful, too beautiful for a mother to gaze upon. And too beautiful to turn away.Brad looked at his sweet, sensitive mother. She was. She was very well lubricated with all of the cum leaking out of her pussy. The cock slid deep and I felt Amanda lurch beneath me. The cock moved in and out of her ass and then I felt a cock at my ass. I clinched my ass cheeks but it pushed into me anyways. I was getting my ass fucked now in front of 20 guys I had known my whole life. I was happy that I couldn’t see who it was.This went on for another 30 minutes or so and I lost track of how many cocks were in my ass and pussy. I was.