I will do it, but I’m tired of looking at this sick stuff. You know what I like. You look through them. Just delete the filth and if you find one yo... think I’ll like, I’ll look at it. You sort through them, and then I’ll look.’ I huffed out to go back to lousy television, rather hoping that Tom would follow and give up this fools quest but he was determined. My loving husband parked himself behind the computer and kept on reading looking for the perfect man to fuck me. I sat there, feeling. She then said I was to give the scores for quantity. I felt so deliciously naughty looking at the 2 cups with all this slick man juice in them. I put them side by side and then it was easy to see that my husband had produced about twice as much cum as Rick had. I said Rick you get a 30 for quantity and my husband gets 60 points. So my husband was the clear winner. I knew we needed to leave now or we would end up fucking everyone. I told Rick and Helen thanks for a great evening that we needed. ”Silence enclosed the room like a blanket. I felt my heart pounding against my rib cage. Wanting to admit that I felt the same way, but not brave enough to take this step, I instead said nothing. Eventually, I broke the silence: “Yeah…Don’t be ashamed about it. To be honest, I feel the exact same way. I don’t really want to kiss a guy or have sex with a dude, but sometimes I do picture jerking off with a guy, or even maybe giving a guy head or something.”I couldn’t believe my ears. I had. "Thanks for the present mom" I said, pushing my erection up against her leg. She didn't budge. I slowly started kissing up her neck. "Corey, stop... please" she replied, earnestly and calmly. But I knew it was only a game. She still looked down at the work top, focusing on one particular point, her body perfectly still. I slipped my hand into her dress and cupped her breast. It was fucking wonderful. Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue I'll wait up for you dear Santa baby,.