I entered the room and took hold of the dildo. Itwas cold, unlike the thick warmth of my first lover’smanhood.The next thing I remember is the t...ngy taste of a blondebush on my lips, and the constant thunder as I wasfucked by my first strap on. I remember thinking howwonderful it felt, and how decidedly spicy the blondetasted. I tried to give as good as I got, not wantingthem to feel left out of the action. I came hard, andoften. When it became my turn to try the strap on, Itook a moment. When everyone was there, I addressed them. “Gentlemen, I believe that today was merely the preliminary skirmish. I didn’t realize that it involved a U.S. Senator, and that changes everything.“When Charlie and I captured the last of the escapees, he claimed that the first two were expecting assistance in Nashville from someone with enough influence that they expected to be safe. I thought he was talking about a drug gang or wealthy businessman making shady deals on the side. I mentioned it in my. “Don’t get too comfortable there,” I said. “Mom, lay on the bed, and Katie, now it’s your turn to be eaten out.” Katie smiled and looked at Sara who slowly began to rise. Sara laid on the bed as ordered, still breathing hard from her orgasm. Katie stood up and straddled her face quickly. I grabbed Sara by her feet and positioned her so her ass was at the edge of my bed and her legs were spread wide. She began to lick quickly, making Katie moan instantly. I stood between my mothers. We always played at night and we would setup booby-traps for my father to fall over and then we'd hide in the dark. Dad would come down the stairs singing the "I've been working on the railroad." song and pretend to fall over all of our traps. He never got hurt but as children we thought that it was the greatest fun. You know, whenever Tom and I get together even now we almost always reminisce about that game."Roger turned a little more solemn as he continued, "I remember the day he died very.