“But she's the same age as you, so … I guess I could.” “But your mother?” I swallowed, should I tell her that I used to fantasize about fuck...ng my mom. What if she was disgusted? What is she hated me? I peered into her deep, green eyes and saw her love and support. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I … When I was young, I used to … jerk off, thinking about it.” “Oh,” Mary said, mulling over that thought. “I … guess that's not that strange. An … Oedipus complex, right?” “You don't think I'm … disgusting?” I. Not just about my body, but about my mind and my very soul too. They played with my mind and my body followed. I came and came and came. Every inch of me hurts, and the pain makes me smile at the memory of my dirty deeds. I swear only women know other women so well that they can make them cum like I came; no man has made me cum like that, or made me plead or whimper or scream. They made me do that too. They disgraced and humiliated me, sated me, and fucked every inch of me. Perhaps an older. Again a race was proposed. On out backs we allowed the girls to jack our dicks and play with our balls. Watching T* play with J*'s cock and balls soon had me shooting my load.When I came the contest ended and we had a few more drinks and now the conversation was about nothing but sex, who did what, what the girls liked and didn't like, etc.It was then brought up (I really do not know by who) That I had came and T* had came but J* and my wife had not. So it was drunkenly decided that they would. “Even if you’re fucking him,” Joanie said, not a question.“Even if,” Stacy agreed.“Specifically, what?” Sara asked.“When he and Nicky are out the door and on their way, I want this little affair to turn into the wildest, craziest orgy this town has ever seen,” she said, making eye contact with the other women to drive home the point she was sincere. “I want to have sex with everyone. I mean, everyone. If it takes three days, I want to come away knowing I have helped every one of the girls, and.