Not even a tooth brush was left. What the hell was going on? As I started back towards the living room I ran into Cindy, in the hall. She looked worri...d and confused. She asked, "What's the matter, Jim? Where is my mom?" I didn't have an answer for her.We returned to the living room and I looked about. There was my note from the night before, right where we had left it on the table. It didn't look as if it had been touched. There were two possibilities that I could see. One was that Mrs. Deal. " I quickly start unbuckling my trousers to release my aching cock. "...and the treatment for that is?" asks Helen knowingly. I feverishly kick off my shoes and pull off my trousers knowing I'll have to climb onto the examination table in order to skewer Helen's cunt."This," I say as I see the swollen purple head of my circumcised penis then the shaft slip into her, I momentarily rest, savouring the aerial view of her narrow waist and the contrasting cardioid of her rear. I grip her hips and. My mother's idea of roughing it was a suite at a resort. You know the type, the resort that didn't have room service 24/7. I guess after years of begging mom finally relented and said yes on one condition, no tents. A cabin with running water and electricity was a necessity but she would forgo the cable and maid service. Dad had a different idea but was glad to get as far as he did. He spent weeks searching the internet to find just the right place. Finally he found what appeared to be the. Um...had a date." A date?! You went on a date? Dressed like that?" Dad was almost roaringby then."Just who did you have a date with dear?" Mom sounded a lot calmer."Um...Bruce. He took me to the show." Bruce? Your best friend Bruce?" dad asked, "He took you on a date? Withyou dressed as a...this way?!" Well, yeah," I said, thinking it should have been obvious."What else do you and Bruce..." Go to bed honey," mom said softly, interrupting dad, "we can talk aboutthis tomorrow."Believe me, I.