I explained that somewhere in there, so long ago, was an early trigger for my hidden darkness. That little girl, and I, had suffered such horror and p...in at 10 years old. She reassured me that she was much more qualified to deal with victims than perpetrators. Ahhhh, then I realized what she had meant all along.I only broke down a little bit in going over the details. She offered me a glass of water. I happily took this proffered drink. She let me go on as I related the details which seemed so. She was rubbing her hand over my back and nails were making dental marks on it… I ran my hand through her hair. I moved my hand to the back of her head and lightly took hold of her hair, pulling her up slightly to the level of my cock, her full, red pout lips were barely an inch away from my cock as it jerked about, waving in front of her face, the pre-cum dribbling down the front of the full cock head. She opened her mouth, and ran her tongue along my cock head, licking the white sperm from. Mom and Tricia both lay next to us for a bit and kissed my face repeatedly, not to mention taking turns with my mouth to swap spit with me (and each other).After a while, though, I could feel my bladder protesting and I could also smell the coffee that someone had started, as it reached it completion. I gently tapped each of the ladies to indicate that I needed to rise and Mom gave me a very curious look. I wasn’t sure what that was about, not until I began pissing and Mom seized the chance to. I love that feeling."Abby, oh, my god," Sean was saying behind me. Both of them were still laughing and whooping.Ryan tasted like sweat. I rolled him around in my mouth and pulled him back out. I won't pretend to like the taste of dicks, but once they're covered in saliva they taste mostly like saliva."Ab, you don't have to," Ryan said. "Are you sure you want..."He had fully hardened by then. I chose that moment to see how much of his cock I could fit down my throatI made it nearly three.