Nevertheless, with all others in hearing range, she didn't want to talk about it, so Sandra said, "Maybe you can ask it again when we are with less pe...ple around!" And while looking at Melinda, she went on with, "I'm not so eager to share this experience with everyone."Martha looked at Sandra and said, "No problem and sorry, I didn't want to embarrass you." I know," Sandra said and smiled at Martha. "It is just that it is very personal, okay?" Don't sweat it, girl. I understand, but, can I ask. "What do you mean?" I replied. "It's like everybody else's, I suppose, except probably smaller."He said that he wanted to know if I was cut or uncut, terms I'd never heard before,so he had to explain what the terms meant. I told him that I was cut and he said that he was too. He took another swig from his flask and offered me some. I took another swig too, by now somewhat used to the burn and actually enjoying the mild buzz I was developing."If I showed you my cock, would you show me yours?,". The door slammed and I tried to wrestle myself into a comfortable position. The whole time, I kept thinking of how cute Stephanie looked bound and helpless in her room, and remembering how nice our first kiss had been. The car drove out, and I actually fell asleep, exhausted from my ordeal. I have no idea how long the drive took, but I remember being woken up by the sound of the tape being ripped off of the box. They were all making comments about how well I travelled and how much fun it. .. feel Mother’s cunt.”Almost awkwardly, Bob pushed his hand to his mother’s pussy. When he placed his palm on it, Mark squeezed her thighs tightly.“Ooooh, now rub it for me! Rub Mother’s pussy, Bob! That’s it, honey! Fuck my cunt! Do you feel how hot and wet Mother’s cunt is?”“Oh, yes, Mom!” he gurgled, staring at his hand between her thighs.“Does feeling my cunt make your cock nice and hard, Bob?”“Oh, yes!”“Let me see,” Marla said and pulled back her son’s hand coming from her cunt. “Oh, now.