On Friday my dreams and fantasies were going to come true, I was upstairs in my room when my mom came home “Jacob can you come here for a moment” ...o I left my room and went downstairs were my mom was sitting on the couch and she was rubbing her legs “what’s up mom, what you need me for” I knew what she wanted but I want her to say it, “Jacob I need a massage, could you please give me one, I know last time things got a bit out of control but my legs are so sore please give mommy a massage” “are. I'm used to being hungry several times a day, but I'm rarely conscious of thirst except after strenuous exercise or work, neither of which applied now.Our not being concerned about liquids lasted, we guessed, about a day (I'd taken my watch off before having sex with Ava. Just as well, or Goon might have severed my wrist to claim it). After that day, our thirst became something we were increasingly conscious of.A lot of time passed, whether rapidly or slowly we had no way of knowing. It. All the way back to my place, Maria rode up and down on my cock, driving me further and further into the sexual haze. She exploded all over me, just as we arrived home, giggling, then crawling off of me, the van doors opened and to my total shock, there stood the new Babbs. She wasn’t the innocent ‘mommy’s helper’ I had created, instead she had huge tits, nipples that stood proud and hard, ready for any play that was wanted. Her girl-next-door look had also been replaced, with a hungry, sexual. Denise lightly kissed the inside of her thighs, working her way to Laura’s wet slit. Her tongue lightly danced over the swollen vulva, and Laura’s inner lips began to protrude as she got more and more turned on by Denise’s oral ministrations. She probed Laura’s pussy, working her tongue through the folds. Laura’s erect clit peeked out from under its hood, and Denise played it with her lips and tongue, licking and sucking it like a little cock.Denise was on her knees, bent over with her face in.