I loved a few aspects of the place I had. I enjoyed the fertile creature comforts there. However, I knew it wasn’t for me. I had just seen how good ...ife could be if I stepped out of my box. If I broke free of my comfort zone and I was almost nervous for when Miranda came out. I started coffee when I heard her moving around in the bedroom. ‘Good morning, sleep well?’ I asked. ‘Well enough. What the hell was that last night?!’ She said with a note of laughter in her voice. ‘Not sure, some. I was surprised when the tape turned out to be a gay film.When I tried to protest, Lori said, "Cocksucking is cocksucking. Consider it a training film. I understand that gays are the best at taking really big fat dicks down their throats."In the movie, there was a lot of deepthroating and the men made it look so easy. Lori kept one hand on her dildo and her eyes on my crotch. It didn't take long for my hard on to give me away. I was getting turned on.Lori noticed this and used it as a way to. . I just could not get enough. The one person whose feet I obsessed over, however, was my very own mother. Ever since I could remember, Mom would wear a skirt with pantyhose and heels to her job at one of the bank branches in town. And every afternoon when she would return home, I would just stare at her feet fantasizing about what I would love to do with them.I spent many a night digging into the laundry basket looking for one of her used pairs to masturbate with as I drifted off to sleep. . "I know how much you love sucking my cock, so why pretend?" He said softly."We're not going to talk about it. It didn't happen, remember?" Anger was evident in my voice."Look, if that's what you want fine, but it seems silly to me. You liked sucking my cock, I mean, you wouldn't have done it otherwise. I just thought maybe since you like it so much, you might want to do it again." His eyes tried to find mine, but I refused to look at him. I tried to wrench my arm away so I could hit him again.