I'm really sorry, Les." You don't have anything to be sorry about. It was nothing you did." I was an accomplice ... witting or otherwise, I was wrappe... up in this. I understand how she hurt you, Les. I've been hurt and I know how it feels." I should be apologizing to you, Donna. I did not intend to throw you under the bus. Now that I re-read what I wrote I can see how someone might interpret it that way." He looked into her eyes. "You deserved better and I am sorry." Apology accepted," she. On a bed of black velvet lay a phallus, a dildo, a COCK. Dark red, superbly detailed, and warm to the touch. I picked it up gingerly by its base and smelled it. If Grandma ever used this, she kept it exceptionally clean. It smelled new. The material felt like leather, but with no sign of any stitching having been done to put it together. A single unbroken sensuous surface. A note about my own sexual history: being an eighteen-year-old virgin is not uncommon, but within the social circles I. “I don’t think I can mom, I am a little sore.” I answered.Mom suddenly pushes me off of her to the other side of the bed and while I lay on my back she strokes my dick giving me a handjob.“I don’t care, I need it now” said my mom while working on my dick with her hand.My dick got hard again from her handjob and mom just climbs on top of me and sat on hard dick.“Oh…. Shit….. It feels good mom” I said.As mom moves up and down on my dick she said while moaning out pleasure, “I will fuck your. Round bout three, three-thirty.”“I will.”“So, baby,” Larry started. “Come suck on dis!”Tiffy took the nine-incher in hand and wrapped his lips around it. It tasted salty and musty. He tickled the large low-hanging ball sack with his slender fingers. Larry groaned, “Suck dat dick!”After a few minutes feeling the sloppy blow job from the white bitch and playing with Tiffy’s ass, Larry gestured for the faggot to bend over.“Ahhhhh,” cried Tiffy as the monster entered him.“Yeah, bitch! You got dis.