.." Now look here, Martha Harris, I was sleeping soundly when I was rudely awakened ... by you! Now what do you have to say about that?" That wasn't m... fault," Mom retorted. "I couldn't help it if I had an itch I couldn't scratch. But your cock is so much longer ... I mean ... Hell, I would have had to shove my whole hand up my twat ... Disgusting!" And Susie teased her about being a full second off the American men's record swimming 400 meters?" Dad reminded us.Again we both nodded."Yesterday. The short and rather ugly looking husband ordered his fair young wife to sit on the top RAC berth. He then went looking for the TC to strike a bargaining deal.The fair young lady was wearing a traditional sari and had all the possible beautification items on her body including heavy makeup. She saw me several times looking at her with profound interest. Of course, it was a sexual interest.The fair young lady was aware that I was constantly gazing her body as she adjusted her position to find a. "I could see her hand moving around under the satin, exploring what I was sure was a very wet pussy. I had never really seen her 'down there, ' but I was sure that she had soft, puffy lips just like the girls in the Penthouse mags that I kept hidden under my mattress. It wasn't long before I could see her hand moving, probably around her clit, but I wasn't sure what that was then."Her breathing was becoming more labored, and the bedside lamp was showing a fine sheen of sweat all along her body. "Cupid! My good friend!" God pushed back from the desk and came around it, grasping Cupid's small hand in his big beefy one and shaking it so hard Cupid's feathers shook and his arrows rattled in their quiver."Lord," he managed to squeak as he tried to stop his teeth from chattering."Have a seat, have a seat." He waved the small cherub into one of the huge, deep leather chairs and took the other one instead of going around the desk. "How've you been?"It's serious, Cupid thought. The big man.