Guilt surged through me. I had to get away. I couldn't let her do this. It had to be cheating, even if it was with a woman.I couldn't cheat.“Just re...ax,” she smiled, her fingers so delicate. They touched all the wonderful spots. Waves of heat washed out of me. “Let me love you. Let me worship the Goddess Saphique in your arms, Xandra. She gave women this amazing gift to love each other.”“Gift?” I squeaked as her finger found my clit. She circled it. Oh, that felt nice.“Yes, gift. Now just. ‘I don’t plan on marrying till after graduate school!’ ‘I know it’s tough, Angie. I went through it–am going through it–myself. I don’t go out much, but I still have the same pressures.’ He paused. ‘I . . . I sometime wish I could get married temporarily, so I could have sex morally for a few years, then get divorced if one of us met someone we really loved.’ He stopped to read her expression. Unsure, he said, ‘Uh, I guess you probably didn’t want to hear that.’ ‘Well,’ Angie said, ‘I know it’s. , now and forever. Don't you want to make love to me? Your flesh and blood mother?" Yes, but this is nerve racking though. I just saw that you have a bush, Mom, so that makes you even sexier. I'm the older one here, so I should be able to please you, what if I can't?" Then, in reality, you'll have nowhere to go, but up," I let him know, placing my palms on his face. "No one in this room is going to judge you, Greg, so don't be so spooked. Alan loves you too, and he looks up to you. Be cool and. I was a little shaken by my fascination with his cock. I mean, I’d seen plenty of cock on the internet since like any guy I did my fair share of porn surfing, but his was really amazing. It looked perfect and like it was made of silicone or the smoothest material one could find. I tried to stop thinking of it and got under the shower as Ted took the one right next to mine around the pole that held six spigots. As we wetted down and soaped up we continued to talk and turned to face each other. I.