It was the first time I ever did that. What's more embarrassing is that Jason is only 14, and a lot bigger than me. He came in my mouth and I gagged l...ke crazy. At least I didn't swallow any.I was scared crazy shitless doing it. I was humiliated as hell, hating that I had asked to do this. I hated being on my knees between his legs, I was bothered that I never got a hard-on during the whole thing (that may be a good thing, huh?), and most of all I hated that I liked it. Especially how he got. ...”“Your womb can take a child, honey,” mom said and continued. But Amanda stopped and started tugging gently at the dildo. “You have to taste her, Amanda. She still tastes like a little girl.”Amanda got her head between her and Max and started working on her clit. I couldn't do anything but watch. Despite my aching womb, mom's fingers was like a blessing. I was horny enough to need relief no matter in what form it came.“Is she gonna cum?” Amanda asked and quickly returned to licking my twat. "It's just because it a little cold in here," you tease.I'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts ... it's warm in your room.We sit on the couch, drink our beers and just talk. Most of the conversation is work related, discussing how the job went, what remains to be done when we get back to the office, etc. When the beers are finished I take your face in my hands and just look at you. Your hazel eyes, your blonde hair, your smiling mouth. I'm so lucky to have you. We start kissing and making out like. “I can’t imagine it will be any hardship for Francine and me,” I answered. “I’m sure Brenda and Marcia will be as good company to us as I already learned Norma and Sara can be.” All the women giggled at this remark. George turned towards the sofa, gesturing in the direction of his daughter Brenda and granddaughter Marcia sitting there. Brenda stood up first. She was as tall as me in her six inch black patent heels. Her skin was as pale as Botticelli’s Venus. Her radiant face was beautifully.