Something has come up.”With that, she pushed “end” on the phone then walked across to her husband. “Okay, Jim, explain all this to me. Why are...you watching a woman who looks like me having sex with a man with a cock three times the size of yours?”“I just was that’s all. I stumbled across it.”“Jim, I’m not angry. I just want you to explain it to me. You don’t have to lie. I sometimes masturbate myself when no one is around so you playing with your little thingy doesn’t worry me but I would like. I had to delay having a pee as I was so aroused I could not get my penis out of my pants.After a couple of hours and several beers later all barriers now seemed down. Next thing the blond man beckoned me over to join them and I then found out they were Swedish, Sven and Inga. They could speak perfect English and we enjoyed the rest of the evening together. At about midnight Sven asked if I wanted to come back to their apartment for a drink. it was just around the corner. I thought why not as I. ” She gave her son a kiss on his forehead just above the bandage.“Thanks Mom. Can you bring me some Snickers when you visit tomorrow?”Scott was a small lad for his age with delicate, almost feminine features. He was less well developed than his peers and to his shame and embarrassment he was the last boy in his class to grow pubic hair. In the gym changing room and showers he tried to conceal his inadequate private parts but he still came in for some ribbing from the other boys. They spoke of. Mostly requests for close ups of my asshole or of my open pussy, requests to pull on my nipples or squeeze my breasts, sometimes they want to see insertions. I will get out dildos, vibrators, and other toys. Sometimes I will use bottles or cans even a baseball bat to fill my snatch. I think my viewers really like it when I squat on a bowling pin stretching my openings as wide as they will stretch. Sometimes my shows move more towards some level of torture. It seems some folks like to watch as I.