I paused and started to cry again. "Tell me, is that normal? Do all guys want that?" Honestly?" he asked."Yes, please, tell me the truth. Do guys want...that?" Yes," he said. "A lot of guys do." Do you want it?" I asked. "Has anyone ever done it to you? Does your wife?" She used to," he said. "Not any more." Do you miss it?" I asked. He stood up, his cock straining to be free and he turned his back to me. "I think that is enough," he said. "You better go now." I'm sorry," I said. "But it is such. "Mom, do you think we'll be going out to a nice dinner some time whilewe are away?" Probably." Do you think we could stop by the mall?" Sure, why?" I want to see if I can find a nice dress to take," he explained. "Ican't wear that silver dress, it's too young for me now. And I don'thave anything else that would be dressy enough for a nice restaurant." Do you have any money?" Yeah, I still have something left." OK," she signaled and moved toward the mall.They wandered around the stores, Michelle. His mother uses him as a toy for a pool party she has for her girlfriends. I've based a lot of his kinkiness on mine, like liking the taste of his own cum, playing with his prostate and ass hole, cumming on his own face, and obviously, we both have a big i****t fetish.Below are some poems that Carrie, Krista, and Chris wrote about each other and I hope it helps you get closer to the characters. Enjoy!Thickness, hot flesh.The head bulbous, the shaft a trunk.I taste heat on the roof of my. “You’re joking, right?” I responded, giving her a raised eyebrow.“Uhh…” she started to mutter.“This was YOUR idea!” I started furiously.“Don’t raise your voice to me, young lady,” she scolded and pointed her finger in my face, reminding me that she was the adult here.“Sorry, but how am I supposed to feel?” I asked her in a calmer tone.“I don’t know, Fiona,” she said, caressing my shoulder, transferring her warm compassion over to me.“There is something you should know. The principal is worried.