“So it was six fucking hours! Or six hours being fucked,” she added with a weak grin. “He never got soft! Can you believe it? And he’s so big!...My God, he’s bigger than all three of those other guys combined.” She paused and then added, “He kept me cuming and cuming and cuming...”“And your sister kept screaming, ‘Fuck me harder! Harder!’” Mom commented. Then with a grin toward Kris she added, “She’s a real Harris, though! Good Lord, is she ever a loud, foul-mouthed fuck!” Mom shook her head. I said. Plenty of time before the girls getshome.” I then stood up and set my glass down. I then began to unbuckle my belt.I almost expected my mom to realized what was about to happen and at least tryto stop me. But when I had gotten my belt undone and then my pants and begansliding them down, and not hearing anything from her, I figured that maybe shedid want to see. I dropped my pant and kick them to the side. My dick was stillvery hard, straining against my silk boxers. I knew mom would be. We were sitting outside the house; it was two stories but the upstairs was a separate place and locked. The joint was being passed around and I took a couple hits. I was pleasantly drunk and high now and it was about 15 minutes later that he sat with our group. I couldn’t help the stare I gave in his direction. He must have been around six-foot, dark brown hair with a matching five-o’clock shadow. He was toned, with strong shoulders. Light grey eyes, and a smirk that made me shiver. He was one. In her animation he had a very long tongue, and it soon was ravaging her petals and clit with ferocity and vigor…he was hungry and she knew she could feed his appetite well, her own fingers pushed faster and deeper into her ‘real life’ core… “Soon” she gasped aloud towards the screen. On the screen Alfonse had arrived and she found his tongue invading her channel with eagerness only possible with the most adept of oral masters…she had created him with that ability and reveled in watching his.