."I couldn't even finish my sentence."If you have sex with us?" Andy said. "If you, our moms, have sex with us, your sons? That's what you're really s...ying, right?" Thank you, Andy Honey. Yes, that's what I'm saying." I agree with Robert," he said. "We've done so much already. I can't even believe it."I swear his voice almost cracked and I was reminded of how young they both were. But to my surprise and even shock, that made me a feel a little better. I started to think, "They have their whole. With two different expectations, the stronger one dominated. The image of our face was sent to our visual processing screens, and naturally an "ordinary looking" image resulted, as it was using the ordinary process. By the way, we all saw the resultant image (not just #6) because we all have accesses to our senses, same as we all feel what NP-fingertips touch, we all smell with our nose, etc. Sensory input is sent to our brain where it's processed, and is available for every mind to. “Oh how I have missed this mouth” he groans. Hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag but not slowing down. “Grab my balls.” I reach up and take a firm hold and his clean shaven balls, his cock down my throat, gagging me, tears in my eyes, as I feel hot cum running down my throat. The growl that escapes his is primal. “Good girl” he says as he wipes the tears from my face. He takes my hand and helps me stand, picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, smacks my ass and walks toward the. I got up and lay down next to him. I was still wearing my panties, and those were so wet. I touched myself between my legs and felt the wetness, “Oh God, I’m so wet,” I said. “You feel it,” I said as I grabbed Adam’s hand and put it between my legs, he touched me there, rubbed a little and laughed, “It is so wet,” he said. I laughed too. I wasn’t thinking about what is wrong? And what is right? I had totally given up by now, and all I knew was that, I was getting addicted to my friend’s son. I.