I met Peters' mother, and witnessed one of the strangest encounters, between a Mother and Son, shattering all the taboos and helping to explain Peters...reluctance to explore our relationship, in the physical needs I craved.His mother was really beautiful, a model in her younger days, she had kept her figure and looks, that belied her mid-thirties age.The day I went around to their house she had been drinking, just enough to be playful and as she fussed over Peter, I could sense an unnatural. Then I woke up, smiling and admiring this nice muscled black body. One of the horniest girls, Jenna, jumped on Munro’s neck and she kissed him in a very wild way. Then the Cowboy called Anna’s aunt; a nice sexy mature woman called Barbara. She was a widow in her late fifties and seemed to be happy to be the choice of that huge man.The Cowboy took Barbara`s hands and made her to take off his tiny thong from his muscled body. The widow just smiled, but then she slipped this piece of cloth slowly,. I think it was George Bernard Shaw who said that ‘dancing was the vertical expression of a horizontal desire.’” “Unfortunately, because I teased him publically on the dance floor, John got the idea into his head that he wanted to take me in the ass in a more or less public setting because he likes the risk of being caught. I am dubious at best about anal sex and need lots of lubrication and gentleness. I am not willing to be bent over the rail of a ship and butt-fucked from behind as. Fingers and toes?Check and check-check.My chest hurt like someone used it to light off fireworks. The burn was going to be a problem if it kept up very long.Head – Ok, let's take that one slowly...HOLY CRAP!!!!!I've got a head, but it isn't nice.'So, ' I thought. 'How dead am I?'The answer to that question stumped me to the point that I put off opening my eyes and discovering who I was, this time.Besides...The quiet wasn't so silent that I was dead, so you might say that the quiet was loud.