Fortunately Donna quickly volunteered, saying, "No one likes him. It'll be fun to look at his face when he hands it over. Can I make him count it?"Mom...said, "Good thinking. You should never trust gamblers."Dad came home shortly after that, which made me happy because that meant I didn't have to stay around when the sore loser arrived. I'd been thinking that I should, as a "protect the womenfolk" thing. Dad's arrival gave me a chance to ask Carol and Julia to come to my room for a chat. I wanted. She was still young herself then, a brunette, and I thought she was absolutely the most gorgeous woman in the world. Hell, my mom was smoking hot. She was petite, her skin bronzed by the sun everywhere her two piece didn't cover, and everywhere else a lovely milky white with perfect skin. I could alter where I looked and see most of what went on anywhere in that bathroom, and to this day I remember vividly everything about one night in particular. That night she peeled out of a tee shirt and. Standing on stage in justa tiny pair of red bikini panties, she looked completelyflustered. As the group approached me, my mind raced. Iwas naked beneath my dress! I couldn’t refuse to take itoff; that meant I would soon be naked in front of atleast 10,000 people! Swallowing hard, I figured I might as well play it forall it was worth. When they asked if I was willing toremove my panties, I answered truthfully, “I can’t dothat.” When they asked if I would remove my bra, I. Then slowly I came to realize that his head was against my opening. It felt so blunt as he shifted and I could feel it pressing against me. He bent down and bit down on my lip then slowly let his legs drop down against me and his cock slide into me. There was a brief pressure but nothing like the pain I had been expecting. We fumbled a bit to find a rhythm because I was so caught up in the sensation I wasn't rocking back to meet his advances. I drew my legs up to wrap around his lower back and.