We were having dinner one night when out of the clear blue she said."Stacy what's going on between you and Robin?" What do you mean mom?" I asked."Are...you sure that the two of you are just good friends?' she said."I think so, why do you ask?" I said"I don't know. It just seams that this relationship is headed for more thana friendship." she said."Oh my God mom, you think we're gay don't you?" I asked in disbelief."Come on Stacy, you've got to admit the two of you are very close. You'vechanged. My mouth is feeling your juices. Slowly I am swirling through your wetness & tickling every bump and fold. I slowly withdrawing and circling your clit with my dripping tongue & sliding my lip up and down over your clitoris. Faster and faster I am going, alternating between deep excursions into your pussy with my tongue, to the delicate licking of your clit.You are now reaching new heights of ecstasy. Your head is thrashing from side to side. Your chest heaving in desperate attempts as loud. I turned around and got down on my knees and began showing him what a great sissy cocksucker I am. I kissed, licked and sucked that big beautiful cock. I even tried to take it all, but even with my deep throating skills I couldn’t quite get all of it down my sissy throat. OMG!! His cock felt so amazing sliding in out of my hungry mouth. I kept bobbing my head up and down, moaning like a little faggot slut in heat. He put his hand on my head and pushed my face down on his magnificent cock. The. It incensed his appetite for both food and sex.Peter washed up and sat at the table and his mother served dinner. Conversation at dinner usually revolved around farm business, crop prices, the weather, the cost of labour, crop yield and so on. Meg had been forbidden to have anything to do with farm management when her husband was still at home. Peter had emancipated his mother and employed her to keep the books and records which she did both energetically and effectively. The farm was making a.