"Last names don't matter do they?" I said looking her straight in the eye still smiling.Naturally, the bitch wouldn't introduce me to the guy and I th...ught to myself that I'd never forgive her for it. (Of course, later on that was water under the bridge, as Daddy is so fond of saying.) So I spun away looking for other worlds to conquer, tossing a "nice to meet 'cha at him as I left.I must have spent twenty minutes mingling and turning various dudes away. Well I did dance with one, but he was. Julie yells out as she cums on his hand. Brian quickly goes down on her and sucks her love juices down his throat.When Brian lifts from her face,his face is covered with our pussy juice. I tell Brian to kiss me, I want to taste our juices combined. Stuart begins to take pics of us kissing and takes a few shots of Julie's glistening pussy. I looked at Julie with this eye, that I want to lick her and get more of her juice. I roll over to my knees, spread her legs and begin to kiss her. Her. When he turned me over and started on the other side, I was a fan for life and I hoped they would need my services as repeat clients.It was only after about three months of constant humping with the babysitting fathers that I suddenly had the thought that my daughter was getting more than she bargained for when she took the overnight babysitting jobs and perhaps that was the reason she was coming down with so many colds and other minor problems of a medical excuse to have me fill in for her. I. I was fooling myself when I had affairs with older women. My French teacher, a woman I met at the country club. They both were attractive but could not fill the need I had to have my mother as my lover and be the mother to my c***dren. My mind was made up and the next few days it was if a weight was lifted from me. I had accepted my inner need to have my mother and now I set about the path to getting her. I knew that getting my mother to become my lover would be very difficult but I had a.