" I don't know, D, that would be a lot of work. And young man, you know how your dad hates it when you call me Lisa." I know, Lisa, I'll call you momm... when dad's around."I bet your friends don't call their mom's by their first name. They probably don't even call me by my first name, do they?" They call you Lisa sometimes. They call you a lot of other things to. They talk a lot about you." They do? What do they call me and say about me?" Some of them call you big tits and others say they don't. I was shacking all over as I felt my butthole relax and Tims tongue pushed in. Bill grabbed my head and pushed me down farther onto his dick, causing me to gag as it touched my throat. I struggled to relax my throat as he push my head down. Suddenly his dick shot cum down my throat. My dick started pumping as Bill fed me his cum. Tim looked up and asked, what do you think. Bill pulled me up and kissed me. He looked at Tim and said we need to make some sleeping arrangments here. I sat up and Tim. She didn’t need to worry. It wasn’t long before Maddi’s eyes rolled back as she gasped, and her entire body shook.Betty walked back to her daughter, opened her legs, and slowly removed the toy, coated in her daughter’s juices. A trickle of nectar ran down Maddi’s thighs. “Did you like it?” Betty asked.“Are you kidding?” Maddi answered. “It was incredible! If you have one of those, you don’t need a man.”“No, baby,” Betty said as she hugged her daughter. “You always need a man. This little. Bill finally admitted that he said it, but then told Kate he meant a different Kate. It was all pretty pathetic, and Kate finally just hung up on him.She asked me not to mention anything about her name being brought up as being a cause of the fight. She said this for when our parents asked me about my face. It was obvious from my face that I'd been in another fight. It was too bad I couldn't fight better. Every time I got into a fight, I brought the evidence home on my face."You didn't believe.