..It all started - as ever - quite innocently. On Xhamster. Contact, chit-chat, no strings attached, wow, this is nice! And also: this is special. Bec...use there was a click between you, Tigerlover, and me. And then you sent me a pic of yours, in which you are naked. I gasped for breathe, found you undescribable, so I am not even going to try here. Not enough keys on my dirty keyboard ...You had such a cool look in your eyes. Sphinx like. Very relaxed, almost like a pro. But definitely no pro,. ” I answered.“OK.” She said. I could see the gears spinning in her head. “Mother?”I looked at Erin and she could read my mind.“Your father is right.” Erin Mom is so smart. “Only a mom gets to touch a daddy’s penis.”It was a little too early for Margaret to need to have the whole conversation, but she got her answers and was happy. Simple answers to simple questions. But by our expressions we both knew that the day was fast approaching when the next twenty questions would be “Why?” and we would. ”“And you know what that means, don’t you?” snarls the German cabaret artist.“What does it mean?” asks little Judy. “I wasn’t here last year.”“It means, sweetie,” Anita chips in, “that we all have to file into that gilded Basilica over the way for Midnight Mass, attended by all the deceased popes.”“What all of them?”“Every fuckin’ one, back to the year dot. Last year there were more than 250 and most of ‘em - apart from the faggots - couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. We were the only. My hand tightens on her thigh, my kisses are more and more hot. It took only a few kisses to make her doing mistakes of reading. I looked at her, I was smiling and I told him: "I think that you have already lost." She looked at me, a little bit lost, and replied: "OK, it's your turn, you will pay for it. Let me go to the toilet and during this time exchange your place with mine and choose the story that you will try to read". I was so exited. I could not wait anymore, I wanted more. I wanted.