Sometimes my dad loves me; sometimes he doesn't." Do you have any brothers or sisters?" A brother." Older or younger?" Younger by three years." Is he ...at?" Sort of. Not like me." What about your parents? Are they overweight?" My mother is; my father isn't." Are you a good student?" I do all right, A's and B's." What's your favorite subject?" Math." Does solving a complex math problem make you happy?" Yes," she said and smiled. When she smiled, she smiled with her entire face."There you go. Now. "Omigod!" Sara pants, "I didn't think such feelings existed!" The teenager was in the thrills of pleasure never experienced before. Young hands threaded through a long dark mane. Her mother sucked harder on the firm titties. The pleasure ripples increased with intensity when looking down to see her mother's beautiful face. A mature mouth moved from one nipple to the other. She sucked, bit, and teasing unmercifully. Sara's nubs became harder than she had never known. Her mother's hands molded. " "That's not the same thing!" said Amy. "Well, it's your choice ladies. Which is it to be - each other or your cell-mates?" The two women looked uncomfortably at one another. Without speaking they seemed to come to an understanding. Lisa was the first to tentatively lean over and bring her lips towards Amy, staring into her eyes with a mixture of uncertainty and fear. Finally, their mouths touched softly, the beginnings of a tentative exploration. Mr. Roberts moved a bit closer to get a better. Both of Julie's parents worked, so we had about three hours to film every day. Losing the studio at school meant we actually filmed/taped even more than before. Ironic. We were doing just that on the day of the dance. I was flat on my back, my head resting on Julie's tummy as a boy named Ron did her. Jerry was doing me at the same time, and I was sucking Kyle, while Julie was sucking down on Bob's dick. Both Julie and I had gotten really worked up. The two boys doing us were like the third boys.