There was a funnel catch basin sticking out of Mom’s pussy.Mom started laughing and said, “Now that is something that I have never tried.”The ma... asked, “I take it you are not into water sports.”Mom giggled and said, “I’ve never tried it but it sure looks like fun.”Then the man in all seriousness said, “Some of our guests out there would pay good money to piss in your pussy for real. We have had several requests.”All Mom said was, “Really! How much?”The man said, “Two hundred for you and five. The pain was ebbing more and Nick felt the first flash of embarrassment. The migraine had caught him off guard, attacking quickly. He had wanted to stay at home for a couple of hours until his pills could start working, but when he had gone to get one of them, the bottle had been empty. It was in his pocket now, he would drop it off at the pharmacy when he felt better. His only other stash of pills was in his office at work. He had thought that he could make it in unseen, maybe sit in the dark. "Wilbur, I'm big as an ox and twice as ugly. No man in his right mind would even look twice at me." She looked down at her glass of beer and than back up at me and said, "God dammit! I am so fucking lonely I could cry!" Which she started to do with great hiccuping sobs. Tears ran down her face and she grabbed me and began to cry on my shoulder. I felt like I was being held by a vice!"You know that song you been writin' to go with that un-natural guitar he's playin' up there?" I nodded and tried. Meeting my eyes, she clearly enjoyed the suspense. Easing my underwear down, it sprang free. Her fingers and their crimson nails barely wrapped around it. I gasped as she stopped; through narrowed eyes, I watched how she examined her handiwork: foreskin fully withdrawn, head corpulent and fat, and every meaty vein bulged. Fascinated, she held it, moved it from side to side, squeezed it, and fixed me with a stare. Looping a loose trestle of hair behind her ear, her expression leered back at me..