John the Baptist". I hadn't even been in a church since a service for my mother twenty years ago. She had died of cancer when I was twenty five. It wa... tough on the family, especially my father who never really got over it and only hung on for another five years. I knew my three sisters still attended regularly. I hadn't thought of them much either – they'd be looking for me this year too as part of the Ryan family dinner and football fest. Keri usually did not attend – too much chaos for her. Her hand gripped him firmly; struggling to completely wrap his girth in her small, soft hands. A groan of satisfaction came from deep within his throat as he leaned back a bit, and as a result thrusting his cock into her mouth a few more inches. She didn’t think twice at his sudden movement, only adjusted and began to suck him into her mouth. Each time she would go down a bit more, lowering her hand as she did the same with her mouth. She had no idea what it felt like for him, but she knew if. "I think so," Laura said softly, in a throaty voice.Camille came over to the sofa where Laura was sitting. Now she was close enough to smell, a wonderful, ethereal perfume, and close enough for Laura to see the cleavage between her young, jutting breasts through the thin lace of the teddy."Have you ever, you know, gone to bed with another girl?" she asked Laura, softly, seriously.Laura looked down, afraid she might blush from shame, or excitement, unsure of how to reply. "Once," she nearly. .you don't know?" Jeff asked.Jeff shook his head, still clearly baffled."No, my mom wouldn't tell me." He said."Well neither would mine, but I have a friend who was out here a year ago with his mom and he told me all about it." Jeff said."So what is it?" Todd asked with growing curiosity."BSTC...Boys Sexual Training Camp. It's a place moms take their sons to teach 'em how to fuck." Jeff explained."Are you serious?" Todd asked."I swear to God, dude. My friend said that all he did at this place.