And being careful to not overwhelm your friend with too much emotion.With all of that in mind, we welcomed the Tremayne’s promptly at five pm. The p...tential Hatfield’s and McCoy’s had finally met. Or was it the Montagues and Capulets?Either way, I avoided kissing my girl at that point, but we did clasp hands.They brought a gift, as did Lady Juliet, putting them on a stack on the sofa table. Conversation was a bit stilted, until Ruth and Margaret began talking about things other than their. I like swimming naked in my pool and walking around sweaty in my Sunday dress with nothing underneath. It drives my dad crazy. I know I remind him of my mom.Fucking-a. I've been spammed. Through Google Mail, no less. That's what happens when you hang around sex sites.I wrote her back. Ha ha. See you in the funny pages.She replied, I'm for real. I love your stuff on alt.stories. Your stories are hot. I'm a natural girl. I have it where it counts. I know you like that in a woman. I respect a man. "I think our little Janey's a bit cock-struck."I expected her to reply, but her gaze never left my penis. "Nothing complicated," she said in a soft, half-whisper. "I don't even know if this thing'll fit... Bill," she said, raising her voice again, "are we ready to go?"Bill shrugged and stood at the entrance to the cubicle, peering over her shoulder at my groin and adjusting the focus on his camera. "Yeah, this'll do. In your own time, Jane."Without a word, she simply attacked my cock with her. His balls looked like swollen oranges. Mom whispered in my ear that it was my turn in the morning. The next morning mom had me hidding under the dinning table. It was glass so she put a table cloth on to conceal me. I heard her telling Tony not to worry about clothes and have a seat. There it was in front of me looking like a big black scary one eyed monster waiting to be worshipped. My que was to wait until mom put his plate on the table and starts to give him a massage. When I heard the clink.