Brad and I took first place in the competition. When we came back late Saturday afternoon we did a repeat performance for our parents at the house. Th... Mobley's came over for dinner and Brad and I showed off our trophies and did the reading. When we finished the last line of the poem that dealt with the loss of a baby, both our moms had tears in their eyes and were grabbing tissues out of the box Mom kept on the coffee table. Afterwards, we played Canasta until around eleven when Mom declared. Besides you can just take it easy here." I said with smile.That night I went back to my profile and posted a blog that I was meeting a new cock on Saturday that I was going fuck dry!I then went to Steve and told him I really need to have sex. He gave a good hard fuck. I could tell he was more turned on than normal and so was I! I could not remember the last time his cock felt so good."Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Give me that hot cum! I want it so bad!" I screamed"Cumming! Oh Sherry oh fuck!" He. "Joanne sat up next to me and put her arms around me, "I think you are so right, now that I think about it. I think too, that I was wanting what you and mom have so bad, is what made me do just what you said, and wanting you to love me like you do mom and have you for myself, is why I just jumped into relationships so fast, plus, I was so horny for you too." You do know that I will not up and just leave your mom for you or any one else, for that matter, don't you?" Yes, and I'm glad that will. I think that’s a shame. Why are you in such a hurry to be older than you really are?”“She’s thirteen, Mum!” yelled Tara from the living room. “No thirteen year old girl ever wants to look like she’s only ten. It’s humiliating.”I looked over at Tara. She was sprawled across the couch and was watching us with a fake look of boredom on her face. She had a paperback lying open and face down on her stomach.“Speaking of humiliating,” continued Tara. “I hope nobody from school saw you like that. I’d.