It’s not a habit, because I can stop whenever I like; I got used to it with Helen when we were at advertising promotions, particularly fashion after...show parties. Cigarettes were the mildest, drugs if you like, everyone else seemed to be on Marijuana, Heroin and even Cocaine. We were the good girls, believe me, it’s only occasional and I don’t think it does me much harm,” she said with feeling, and a hint of anger in her voice.“Sorry Helen, I apologise, I was just a bit surprised. I’m in no. So, I took my courage with both hands, one night when we were masturbating together:“What we do here has become so common ...! I started.What do you mean ?Well, for many this would be a strange thing, but not for us, it has become almost normal!Do you think this is strange?I don't know, but I still like it!For me too, my heart! "The conversation ended there, my mother continued her caresses, but I, without saying what I wanted, resumed:"I mean ... - my mother frowned, realizing that I wanted to. FuckinFaggot!I gave in and fucked him the other night with that big dildo I showed you.I think he enjoyed lifting his skirt and slip so much; he probably came inhis panty girdle before he could even lower them. He wears a panty girdle,some patterned tights, and one of his sissy panties everyday to work,under his trousers. Can you imagine if he'd gotten into an accident? Iwonder how he'd explain that! I'm just happy he keeps his jacket on atwork. You know there is at least a camisole under his. He smelled/tasted salty. "aaaahhhh, Mandy aaahhhh" Growled a little bit. It was heaven. Knowing I was being recorded too had me so turned on. My cock stayed so hard, it was wonderfully uncomfortable if that makes sense. After about 8 minutes I could tell he was up, he pushed his hands down on my shoulders, lifted his ass up and started to fuck me faster, slapping into my wet ass. Tat, tat, tat, tat, tat.....my bubble but made wonderful slapping sound against his fat. He told me early on he was.