A look of inquiry dominated Olivia's luminous emerald eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" I dunno. It's just a tee shirt. They call it a College Tee...Shirt." Who does?" she asked, moving to his side and lifting another shirt from the table. 'I Support The Performing Arts,' it read."The store." Hmph. I've never seen any college k**s with tee shirts like these." Me neither." Matt leaned closer to her and, in a stage whisper, continued. "Personally, I think they're ridiculous. You wouldn't catch. Just to show how sexy her sister looked. I added that of course that would mean the sister needed to reciprocate with a picture of her own. Well, that was a few days ago, before my wife left town. We never did get a chance to send that photo, but her sister is texting, looking forward to seeing my handy-work, and these photos that “are not naughty, but just beautiful,“ is how I put it. Implying the photos and lovemaking afterwards is that as well, beautiful, not naughty. I guess I was. .. so close ... keep going ... oh ... FUCCCCCCCCCCCCK!” Max groaned as his seed spurted out.Zan licked Max’s length like a cat lapping at milk. The juices flowed from Max were eagerly sucked up and swallowed until Zan finally let go to raise his head. He pulled back and they stared at one another before Max roughly pushed Zan to the sofa and reached for his cock. Max ran his fingers over the slick head of Zan’s pulsing penis, he loved the feel of it. It was so much like his own and he always. And very soon everybody was calling her the Arabian horse. I loved getting turned on hearing it. 3 years went by as I finished my college and returned home as a graduate. And just two days after I came back home, it was my birthday. My mother was very happy to have me back.And I was even more happy to have her right in front of me. I was so sexually addicted to my mother, I was convinced I had crossed that line where seeing her merely as the woman who gave birth to me, was not possible. I was.