Occasionally he'd find some minortreasure of value that he could sell for a coupleextra bucks. It didn't happen often, but when it didBrandon could us...ally get some slight entertainmentout of it.It looked like tonight was going to be one of thosenights.Tonight, mixed among the candy wrappers, empty softdrink cans, and other assorted garbage, Brandon caughta flash of some precious metal. Gold, or bronze, orperhaps some other metal winked back at him. Wincingslightly in revulsion, Brandon reached. .. I guess there is a little more," I said staring down at the floor. "But if I tell you, you have to promise that you won't think I am a terrible mother." For the next 15 minutes I recounted to my best friend the initial and subsequent conversations that my son and I had. I wasn't graphic, but was clear that he and I had heard each other masturbate over the phone and that I had let him listen to me cum. When I finished both she and I were flushed. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, it must have. She would piss off the girls at the office every week; She was sopicky about how the office looked. Leda was sitting at her desk thinking about going to the wild D's club toget away from the stress. The club had a ladies night tonight with no men allowedin. So after work she went to a bar for a few drinks to feel good before shewent to wild D's. She got to wild D's about eight, wearing a black dress and black panties.She strolled over to the corner of the room. On stage she had seen a. Now. Tell me what you want inside you.’ As he spoke, his hand kept stroking my nipple, the sensations running from my breasts to my groin making it hard to think straight.I whimpered in embarrassment, feeling hollow and empty between my legs, a need that was growing greater as I lay here with my legs spread apart. In trying to close my legs, I realized I had only shifted them further open and I wriggled desperately against his hands holding me.‘Let’s help you decide.’I whimpered in frustration,.