“Aw you’re sweet.” She replied and gave my cock a lick. “My mother has been real defensive against boys here on this farm. I have thought abou... making my own toys. The problem is that I am not the best craftswoman. I usually go up to my mom’s bedroom and steal her dildo and buttplugs.” She said a little ashamed. I started thinking about how my uncle had shown me how to cast keys and small metal items. It can’t be too difficult to make a dildo form and pour some gel into it. I told her about my. I moulded it in my hands. “She likes them to be hurt” Cathy piped in as she turned her body slightly grabbing Vicky’s left nipple between her fingers and thumb and giving it a nasty twist and pull before letting go. “Oww…I do not Cathy Gorman…it’s you that likes hurting me” I looked at them both… “You two lezzies” Nooo they both responded in unison, before Cathy continued. “Last night was the first time for us to do anything like that.” “Like what” “You know…” they both turned scarlet. “I. .. I think maybe it's b-better if I just try to s-sleep..."Her voice was so low as to be nearly inaudible, and there was a tremulous quality to it which told the conniving manager that she was indeed feeling a reciprocal arousal. In fact, she sounded so timorous that he anticipated no problem in accomplishing his adulterous seduction. In spite of her innocent face and prim mannerisms, she'd be just as susceptible to the lure of a long, stiffened cock as the peroxide teenyboppers who hung around. Mom and her friend had been schoolmates at high school. She was from a very rich family from a city five hundred miles north of where we lived.Being a wealthy family and having just one daughter they decided to give her an unforgettable wedding party. Mom and I went by car; it was an eight-hour drive and Anne and I shared the driving. We left on Friday, very early in the morning, planning to be there by one PM, and arrived roughly on time. It wasn't a house but almost a castle! Crowning a small.