“Why San Francisco?”“I want to wear flowers in my hair,” she answered, laughing self-consciously, imagining how it must sound.“Like the song... I can dig it.”“Where you headed?”“I have family in Seattle. Thought I might crash there for a while. That was before I met you.”That night, they’d camped out under the stars smoking hashish from a pipe and then making slow, sensual love beneath the full moon. It seemed to last for hours, and she became lost in the hazy surreal sensuality brought on by. "Tracey hid her face in her hands and muttered Oh fucking shit. Carol put her arm around her shoulder saying, "Don't worry about it darling, I won;t say nothing. Not like I haven't helped a boy relieve his urges when he's been banged up in hospital and horny as hell." Yes, I'm sure you have but I'm his mother, we're not supposed to do this kind of stuff," Carol mumbled."Maybe not but that doesn't mean thousands of mums don't. I did it for all of my brothers and with my mouth as well and when my. Ehhh” She swallowed hard. “.... penis in my vagina.”I smiled. “I think you are about to convince me to deflower you. But you have to learn a few things before we continue.”Her eyes got bigger and a big smile appeared on her face.“Thank you.”“Stop it. I am not convinced yet. I want you to learn to use other words for my penis and your vagina too. I want you to use the words cock and pussy. If we go through with this I want you to beg me using those words. Are you alright with that?”She nodded. “No,” she tried to say but couldn’t with her master’s cock now deep down her throat. Now she heard the clatter of heels against the hardwood floor. Oh shit, Becky thought, his wife is home. Becky again tried to get out of her restraints. Her master held her head tightly and whispered, “It will be okay.” The steady sounds of the heels were getting closer as she felt the mystery cock rub against her swollen pussy lips. Her fear was no match for this sudden onslaught of pleasure as she felt her.