” Tommy unzipped his pants. “I bet if I showed you my cock, you’d want to suck on it.” He reached into his cotton briefs and held his hand the...e.“Dnnnnntt!” Joan quailed. The knot behind her neck loosened a tiny bit.“I’m going to show it to you.” Tommy grinned at his helpless mother. He fished out his semi-hard cock and pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees. “I’ve got a big one. It’s almost as big as Roberts.” Actually, it was a little longer, but his brother’s was far thicker.Joan. " She has no life... except to pray and try to convert everyone else," mused Paul, "She gives me the old "witness" routine every time we see each other." She's really a sweet person," explained Lynn, "it's just that she's got this notion that she's got to spread the "word". " Someone needs to give her the word to loosen up," said Paul.A gleam twinkled in Denise's eye."Mean that?" she asked."I don't know what you..." replied Paul, interrupted by Lynn."Oh, I wouldn't want her..." Hurt?" finished. Huh? The Stick asked, roused by my sub-vocalization.Oh, you're awake are you? It's from Shakespeare. Mark Antony says it in his eulogy to Julius Caesar. Did it ever occur to you that Antony was referring to the damage that Caesar had left behind?What brought that on?I was thinking of the Worm, not that he was any Caesar, but the damage he did to some people will last a lifetime.The good is oft interred with their bones, so let it be with Worthington, I concluded.I'll be damned.You probably will. I told her that I had a few and she wanted to know about them. But suddenly she left and that night she told me to call her Akka. But I did not like the idea and told her back.She didn’t ask for it again but asked about my experiences. Then I told her frankly about my incest experience and massages and fantasies with ladies. She loved them as I was describing all of those and I became hard too.Then I asked about her experiences. She had a boyfriend before marriage and did many times with him.