Jim and Helen then demanded sex from Cindy. She was so surprised and confused she relented.I was totally shocked as she told me how Helen had undresse... Cindy and had her turn around for both of them to admireAS Helen pulled Cindy into the bed and guided her to her crotch; Jim was playing with Cindy’s kitty and assAs Cindy continued telling this story of how she pleased both Jim and Helen I was in shockAfter Cindy recovered a bit I asked her how we should proceed; call the cops, me quit, etc.I. Once we got there, my mother halted. "Carry me," she demanded, gesturing at the impediment to our prospects. "What, like a piggy back?" I asked, dubious at the prospect. "Nooo," she said, shaking her head. I understood what she had in mind, scooping her up so that her head would hang out safely over the banister, one arm beneath her knees and one hand around her torso. This time, my grab at her boob was entirely unintentional, but this time my mother noticed. She giggled, using her hands to bat. She gently pushes him back, smiles up at him, and getting to her knees, slowly, her hands undo his pants, so that his now firm cock falls out. She strokes him lightly as she reaches the floor with her knees, grunting as she feels the floor hard and cold beneath her. Then goes back to the warm all male hardness in her hand. She mumbles, "You feel so good, I want you so bad," and then opens her mouth; her hand still stroking with a firm grasp she brings him into her warm moist open mouth until. I assumed I matured faster or something, but other guys always wanted to see my cock and balls, and I got involved in any number of circle jerks. They named me “Horse Eyes,” saying my balls were as big as a horse’s eyes, and “One Hung Low” due to my then thick, pendant cock. At the time, and for years and years after that I never saw my cock, or balls for that matter, as particularly big. That could be in part because one farm boy friend had a cock as least as long and thick as mine. However,.