This had been our earliest game last year where I saw Lorrie naked. It had consisted of us taking turns wrapping blankets and towels around ourselves...and parading in front of the others. I asked if I could play; they said sure. I went into the bathroom and stripped. I got out my ever present boot laces. Being a boy scout I knew my half-hitch knots. I tied a loop around my balls, then managed to tie my own hands behind my back. It hurt my balls like hell when I pulled the knots tight, but. You shake your head and return to your own food, because of course, this was the norm.You are Chris Miller, 23 years old and living at home enjoying a free meal with your family. This seemed pretty ideal to you since you were still pretty young, though having graduated from the local community college almost 2 years back and only working a part time job….there was a bit to be desired, especially when judged by others. Your parents were supportive however, they couldn’t care less as they were. As she stood but inches away from him she looked at her womanhood and then to his, as if trying to figure out what was supposed to happen when a man and woman united.Before she knew it her hands had stretched out to part the hairs and were coaxing the organ underneath to reveal more of itself. It was surprisingly soft and larger than she had expected it to be. She lifted it, to look underneath it, and was amazed to find what looked like to eggs covered in the skin of a turkeys neck. She was. He still looks angry. ‘Go,’ he says. It takes a second for me to understand what he’s talking about, but then I shift my focus from his face to his cock and see what he wants, I bend towards his dick. I hear him take a deep breath as I take his dick in my hand and then start running my hot, wet tongue along the bottom of his shaft, then move to his head, then down again. His hand roughly grabs my hair as I put him in my mouth, taking as much of him as I can, even though I’m blessed not to.