”“Oh, you’re going to love Heather then!” I drawled.“Why do you say?”“She loves her bad jokes.”“Really? Let’s hear one?”“Well,...let’s see...” I thought for a moment or two, remembering several of them... But damn it, they’re all suggestive ... at least! “Never mind. I’ll let her deliver them.”“If I tire of them, I can always switch rooms.”I sniggered. “Sure. Damn, it’s getting late, though. Let’s get on with this then. We just need six photos. Do you think we have that many?”“I think we have. Man it hurts all over, Omar complained. Did you take a hot shower? Usually that helps. Byron said plopping down in a stray chair that didnt seem to belong. Omar was at his mothers house in his room. They were to head over to Byrons house where Maggie and Janice would be after shopping. Tried that. Maybe you just need a good rubbing. Byron still hadnt gotten the idea out of his mind. All day at work he thought about Omar. Omar said nothing. Byron took the initiative. Where does it hurt man, he. She feels the vibe slide into the slick, tight hole. This is bigger, and there is a little pain as her distended entrance is filled once more. The vibrator is rough, and thick like a second cock and she feels him sliding into her. The vibrations inside her, and his cock pounding her make her grip the sheets as she feels her orgasm building. She can feel his cock, stiff and hard growing thicker as his own orgasm approaches. The vibe is being pumped back and forward, in time with his cock, her. . other women...”“Dad, none of them is, or ever has a chance of being, Vicki.”“You haven’t...” Mom started.“NO way, Mom. I’ve repented. That isn’t what this is.”Mom looked relieved. Dad didn’t look surprised. “Prayers answered,” he said.“But why Vicki, son?” Mom asked me.“Why Dad, Mom?” I countered.“I know. Affairs of the heart,” she stated.“Heart’s certainly in it. But Mom, she’s just so utterly, inconceivably perfect.”“And she KNOWS how you feel?”“She does. She looked into my eyes and we told.