So I undress and climb in next to you. You don’t stir… but I do... Just the sight of you, the warmth of you and softness of your skin has gotten...to me. The stirring in my cock is making me regret my decision not to wake you up… Because as my fingers gently caress your exposed skin, “up” is exactly what I am becoming.I lean forward and kiss, ever so gently, the nape of your neck. You skin is hot on my lips and my tongue darts out to taste you… I kiss you again, and my tongue moves across. " mom said. "What?" I asked. "I put Connie on the pill and told her to go and fuck you and Ross as much as you all wanted." mom replied. Mom reached over and touched my cock and said "you see, our family is very close and we keep alot inside the family and we share alot with the family and your sister was to find out if you and Ross were ready to learn more about the family." Mom then pulled her shirt off and stradled me and lowered her tight cunt down onto my rock hard cock. Mom was dripping. " "Like what kind of questions?" "Some of us wanted to know if it was okay to masturbate. They told us it's a healthy way to avoid intercourse when we can't hold out any longer. The Club thinks it is a good release." "Have you done it? "Done what? "Masturbated." "Of course. Haven't you?" "Yeah, a few times," I lied. Before she could ask me questions about how often I jacked-off or how I do it, I abruptly changed the subject back to her birthday. "What do you want for your birthday,. (Lorna) How do you deal with criticism, constructive or otherwise?(Paul1954) I hate criticism, it upsets me at first, later I rationalize it and find that sometimes others are right. You can't learn without it.(Chilli) Sorry I'm late, gang.(Anne) Do you think that we are creating an important body of work here?(Paul1954) Oh yes, how many people's sanity has it saved, mine for sure!(Anne) Like a literary movement.(Paul1954) I don't know if I can judge that.(Anne) Why not? As one of the movers.