I guess I couldn't help myself." I said as I started to cover my huge hard-on. With her eyes still locked on my swollen cock until I covered it, her...face turned red as she blushed realizing she was caressing her pussy as she looked at my swollen cock. She then gave this sultry smile, her eyes were glazed as she said, "Uh no problem, I guess I better go get changed then if you can’t control yourself." Laughing as she turned and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. My heart was pounding as I sat. It feels so heavenly. You've never experienced anything like it. After his cock gets me close, his tongue pushes me over the edge.I almost dropped the phone. I felt violated. I nearly screwed up and said something.I heard one of the girls ask if some one was on the phone? Then, they went back to their conversation.Donna sounded amazed. "That's so kinky. I wish Joe was kinky like that. He won't ever perform oral on me. I shave and everything. He still says, that it's gross. Doesn't he mind the. But tragedy has a way of marking you. It's especially bad when the tragedy is something that you're directly responsible for yourself. I guess my face, though it isn't scarred or deformed, just carries that sadness in its expressions.My body, on the other hand, is the source of all of my problems. At twenty nine years old I have the curves of a ten year old boy. My ass is as flat as a plate of water. My legs have returned to their boney state too. And I'm a charter member of the itty bitty. I figured I could use it when he fucked me. At least I could get some satisfaction then too. The look on his face made me feel like the lowest street-hooker there could be. The worst part of this was that he went and told his momma about it. Of course she told my momma and next day mine calls and is screaming about how embarrassed she is over having such a slut for a daughter. Kenny’s job at the truck place kept him busy all week. Since they liked his work they offered him overtime.