Since then, I have been trying to call him, and engage him in more hot chat, but he has always been claiming to be busy/tired etc trying to avoid me. ...s a result, I got mad, and stopped calling too.Last month, he was visiting his home in the town, and he called me up requesting me to accompany him to a party at his friend’s place. I was very surprised by the sudden invitation, but I declined and expressed my anger over him rejecting my calls. “Why do you want me to come with you to this party?. This story had at least really happened, she had.“I bet he was wanking that night thinking about me,” Jen would gasp, playing with herself as I teased her with a dildo. “Jesus, I wonder what our young boatman would have been doing if he knew that a Labrador dog had licked my cunt that he was looking at only a couple of hours earlier that day?”“Or had a boxer dog’s red cock buried in it the night before?” I would whisper to her, but as she now firmly believed this lie was the truth then this. “Dave does occasionally. I mean, we do it for each other.”Lyn couldn’t hide the shock on her face.“I’m not gay, Mum,” he said hurridly.”“It doesn’t matter to me what you are, Tony. I was just shocked that you weren’t doing it with Alice but are with Dave. Is it just wanking?”“He shook his head. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows in question.“We sometimes suck each other.”Once again the raised eyebrows.“Yes, all right. We give each other blow jobs.”“Nothing further?”.“No!”“But. There is a small jagged scar on her flat belly, a reminder of her breakup with the seriously crazy Kat James.Below, her legs are wantonly spread, her hands framing her cunt. Her fingers are pulling back the jet-black curls that edge her fat lips, opened wide to expose her wet, engorged inner folds. Her thumbs have unhooded her large, thick clit, its glistening pearl head resting like a jewel above the coral pink.My hand is on my cunt now and I can feel my moisture flowing. I slide a finger.