OK well go clean off your face at least” she laughed, “and be home for dinner.”“I will.” I answered as I pulled up my shorts and put on a sh...rt.She got off my bed and straightened out her dress. This was only the third time I’ve gone down on my mother. We could only do it when the house was empty and there was no chance of someone coming home. This was because, unlike my blow jobs that were relatively quick and only required me to unzip my pants and pull my dick out; going down on her required. The 'man's' expression turned to shock and he fell to the floor. It was obvious he'd been born without genitals, nor had he been taught anything about sexual organs, since he practically screamed as a cock began growing from his crotch. I had to wonder how he urinated, but that didn't matter.“Why don't you come and fuck me big boy?” I enticed him by squeezing my large tits and licking my always hard nipple.It was obvious that he didn't know what he was doing, but he still followed the primal. The drugs had more or less worn off and they were starting to realize what was going on around them, so they were starting to try to cover up or hide behind some of the other girls, but they wouldn't let them. We walked through the lobby of the hotel and got our keys from the night desk clerk, he looked at the three and shook his head. As he handed out our keys, I could hear him muttering, "North Americans."The next morning, we held a Delta House meeting and told Susan, Toni, and Vicki that. Laura stood much taller in her stilettos and balanced in a muscular ease that defied gravity. Stacey, also taller in the heels, strolled with aristocratic grace and casually tickled her girlfriend's hand in a simple erotic gesture of affection.They sported sparkly gold matched piercings in their navels with each other's name. The tattoos emblazoned above the top of the low cut dresses left my mouth opened. Laura's read, I like girls, with a talking female dildo waving her arms. Stacey's read, I.