I slid that beautiful cock head between my wet lips and caressed it with my tongue probing the cum hole as deeply as I could. The head fit my small mo...th perfectly and I was wondering just how I would fit that massive girth in. I circled the crown with my tongue doing laps around it faster and faster. All the while my hands were busy stroking that magnificent shaft and his balls. I moved my head and set up a rhythm that I knew would bring the monster to its own climax. I let his wide shaft. ”“Kori, your mouth has become too nasty for a daughter of mine you keep that word in the bedroom, with your brother and me.”“Yes, Mom. I was so excited when Bobby Joe reminded me of what he told me earlier ... about something that happened today.”“Tell your Momma, Bobby. Did someone make a bad remark about me?”“No Mom ... it was a compliment that someone at school paid you. and they were real nervous when they asked me.”“Will you just tell your Momma, Bobby Joe Mason? I want to know who would. He never mentioned it again for a while but I could not get the thought out of my head.I found myself roaming the net for interracial stories and stumbled on Dark Cavern.As I read through the pages I saw an section on gloryholes.After reading this I searched for gloryholes on the net in my area and found that their was a public toilet used primarily for gays not far from where I live.In fact I used to walk past it daily whilst walking the dog.I thought to myself shall I or shan't I ,the next. .. company.” For a second, I was afraid he’d say part of the pod. Not only had none of us agreed on that, it would probably cause Betty to snatch her back to Fort Wayne and not let us play together again.“That seems like a lot of work to foist onto you,” Betty said.“Mom, are you saying I’m a lot of work? I hardly ever ask for anything. I just stand in front of my music and blow. Do you think I won’t do that if you aren’t there to make me?” Cindy asked.“It’s never been a problem of having you.