Be uh, something other than uh, a boy." Her voice fell to a whisper. "But sometimes God has reason to confuse us." Her eyes confronted mine patiently....They held no shame at their brief distraction at my erect dick."What does God want me to be?" I tried to play the innocent, striving to casually cover my lap with my hands."He wants you to be good and not steal your mother's clothes."Round Six: Mom - 6, Calvin - Zero. I guess she'd earned the previous point too.Round seven didn't happen for. I poked my tongue in her for an orgasm, I poked my finger in her and tickled her clit for two more orgasms, and then I poked my cock into her for yet another orgasm. Surprisingly Desiree was not as tight a fit as Debra had been. Apparently she got more action and I could certainly see why, she was a very lovely young lady. Desiree said that I was better at giving her orgasms than her boyfriend and his sister were put together. I thanked Desiree for the compliment and then my wife rolled her. It wasn’t like eating a cheese omelet. It wasn’t like having eight dollars and seventy six cents in your pocket. It wasn’t like when some guy tells you they play the trumpet and pull out a cornet. It wasn’t like a walk in a summer rain at dusk through the wood of bramble and cottonwood filled with the tweet of the robin and the emphatic "Whip-poor-will" of the whippoorwill. It wasn’t like realizing that you threw up because your stomach was full of puke. It wasn’t like making meatballs. * * *I woke up cold, with a pounding headache and sore wrists. Oh fuck, what happened last night? I opened my eyes to find myself naked bar my panties and boots and cable tied to a plastic chair. WTF? Murmurs of approval greeted my surfacing and I looked around to see a group of mostly men and one woman, also sitting on plastic chairs... the only difference was they weren't tethered and they were still fully dressed. I noticed Pawel and.