While in there I went to A Ther****t who wanted to know if I had been ****d by my Father or some other Bullshit like that.she did ask if there was a p...rson that I trust and feel secure with,someone that I wouldnot mine spending my life with.I thought about you.On those rare nights i was not being bothered I would masterbate until I went to sleep.i would dream about a man making love to me not just fucking me.But if seem i could not see his face,cause at that moment,i would wake up my hand on my. It was a photo of my friends mom on top of a ski mountain topless with her small dark nipples visible through her see through bra! I was so turned on I immediately hid it in my waist band of my shorts so I could study it later on. Later that night I slept out in the living room and looking at her photo I stroked my throbbing cock over and over until I finally fell asleep. Early the next morning I woke to my friends mom quietly cleaning the living room. I laid there pretending I was asleep. Michelle was stroking my cock and Leslie was playing with my balls as they continued to make out and I could see that they were Frenching one another. When they separated Leslie now took the head of my cock into her mouth and Michelle started to lick and suck the shaft as Leslie worked the unit farther and farther into her throat. As Leslie reached the base of my cock Michelle had her mouth on my balls and her tongue was teasing my ass hole. Leslie was working my cock and I noticed that her. What? Oh, I guess I’ll have the Roquefort dressing on my salad. Violet? Oh, I forgot—she can’t speak right now. Show him why, my dear...that’s right, open your mouth... You see? Well, she generally has the oil and vinegar dressing—is that what you’d like, my dear? Just nod if I’m right. Oil and vinegar it is, then... Thank you, Bradley. Oh, one more thing. Violet’s panties, here...they’re lovely, don’t you think? I’d hate to see them get any food-stains. Would you mind.