Then he got to his knees and moved up, presenting his cock, shiny in the moonlight, to Mom's face. When I felt it between us, I lifted my head, so tha... he could stick it in her mouth. Much to my surprise, Dad twisted his hips to follow me, follow my head. The head of his meat rested against my lips, not pressing, but leaving no doubt about his intentions. Mom spoke, in a soft whisper."It's OK, Ned. It doesn't mean that you're gay."What the fuck does it mean?I opened my mouth to ask that. .. attire does suggestsomething like that. It was however disrespectful to assume anything.I?m sorry.?The woman didn?t seem mollified at all. ?Do you know who I am?? sheasked a threatening edge in her voice.Getting pale the shop-owner admitted, ?I?m afraid not. I?ve never seenyou before dear lady and I think I would remember such an... impressiveperson such as you.??Well maybe that?s because I didn?t always look like this you godsdammed jackass. What the hells kind of potion did you sell me. After some time I unbuttoned her blouse and took of it from her shoulders and start crushing her breasts from her bra and press it very hard so she said pls be gentle it pains then I put my hand on her bally button and circle to for some time and then open the note of her petticoat and now she is in only bra and panty she looks so amazing in her red bra and panty I took of her bra and her big breasts are free in the air and jumping here and there so I hold it in my hand and crush it for some. It was the late '70s and Seattle was alive with young singles.I was overwhelmed with the open lifestyle, being 26 and coming from a small southern town. But I enjoyed the lively clubs of Seattle and spent most nights on the road watching the action unfold in one club or another.Three weeks ago on my last visit I met June, a 37-year-old divorced mother of two, in a club and we hit it off right away. She was very open and wanted to get together on my next trip to Seattle. I said sure and she gave.