He now held my head and started pumping like fucking my mouth. His dick started throbbing like a balloon. I knew he’d cum soon, but I wanted to tast... and hence started blowing vigorously. He now held my open hair and spurted jets of cum inside my mouth which I had to swallow.He looked at my mouth, and his dick smeared with red lipstick and smiled. He told me it was the best blowjob he ever got. Now he told me it was his turn. He opened up my thighs and parted my pussy lips. It was already. ..She saw me opening my mouth and spoke first."Jamey, when I think about it... You need to stop meeting those guys." Those... you mean... Mom, they're my best friends!" Jamey Stan Junior, it is my sincere _wish_ that you don't see Maple,Richard and Nepal for the next few months. Have I made myself clear?"I snapped my fingers. Again, I had the feeling that I was forced out ofmy own brain for a moment. Then the wish was fulfilled. "Hey, youcan't...!" I can't, I know. But when you're not stoned,. I heard a faint tremor in her voice that I didn't like."No, thank you. I don't want to be an imposition. I just want this night to be ... special; for both of us."My breath hitched. What did that mean?"Well, if you don't mind I think I'd like a glass of wine." In that case, maybe a small glass for me too, if you don't mind?"They passed beneath my hiding place on the way from the living room to the kitchen. I didn't get a real good look at the guy, but he looked pretty old; forty maybe?I could. I took a glimpseat Pete in the audience from behind the curtain, I was scared, I stilldidn't want to do this. Our first performance was where we had to performthe hit song "I don't care/I love it" from the Swedish girl band IconaPop.When we went out on stage and I started dancing effeminately to the songin front of Pete I felt so embarrassed. I had no reason to believe thathe knew we weren't real girls or that I was one of the dancers on stage,but nevertheless I KNEW, I knew as I was dancing.