But I don’t want to know which other guys she might have had sex with, either.”I could see what he was saying; I just had to work out how that rel...ted to my situation.“Now, enough for talking about my sex life, let’s get back to yours; or more correctly, your lack of a sex life,” he said. “So, of all the girls you know and like, who do you really want a relationship with? Cathy?”I shook my head. “No, that train’s left the station long ago,” I explained.“Janelle? She’s got a good set of norgs on. She parted may love lips and began to kiss me gently. Soon I was coming. She asked if I was a virgin. I told her this was the case. Samantha then asked me to kiss her vagina and this I done. Soon we were in the 69 position. Samantha then got up from the bed and went to my mother's bedroom. She returned with a sex toy which she told me was a vibrating butt plug. I was asked to kneel down with my bum in the air. Looking in the mirror on my dressing table I saw Samantha but lube on the toy. She. What else could I do with just a high school education? I surely don't want to be a waitress, and with the fantastic salary I'm making now, we're putting money in the bank. The company even pays for my trips home, as they do for everyone who is away on a distant job." So tell me about this job. You mentioned it was on a mountain."Charlotte stopped to take a swallow of tea before replying, "Well, like I said, it's a rush job for some multimillionaire just outside of Winter Park, Colorado. Mom,. Hell yeah, maybe better.” Like falling bricks, it struck Brynn. Better! A better fuck than his own mother! A better whore. A better “girlfriend”. Maybe Sig would want to fuck him more than he wanted to fuck her. Damn! Spikes of lust pinged him. Better pussy . . . than his own mother! He wasn't out to steal his mother's boyfriend; just prove that his throat was a better pussy—-and always available. He turned and buried his face in the man's crotch. Yesssss! He would suck and he would.