. let me see... two times two-seventy-five..."I interrupted my daughter's math chore to say, "There's a total of one-hundred and twenty-two names and ...ix-hundred and fifty-seven hash marks, Cindy." GEE-ZUSS! Do you know what that makes you, Mom?" Embarrassed." No, a slut." I didn't need that, Cindy." Well, it does. Roll over."Cindy got up and reversed her straddle in anticipation of the roll, but I waited, saying, "Before I roll over, I want to explain something." Roll over, then explain. I. She asked for questions, but there were none. She asked what the girls thought about what they had learned, but no one responded. She asked what they thought of what they had seen, and there was murmuring, but still, no one responded.Thoroughly puzzled by the change in response and enthusiasm, she asked pointedly, "Ok, what gives? Yesterday, you were four very hot little girls. Today, no one cares. What gives?"Cindy spoke up," We don't know what it's like to have sex, and we don't know if we. A strange desire overwhelmed me. I wanted to try it on.“Can… I put it in my pants?” left my drunk mouth before inhibitions could stop it. I immediately felt silly.“Sure!” I was surprised at the enthusiastic reply to what I thought an odd request.Weirdly excited, I undid my belt buckle, unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. Grasping the shaft, I nestled the balls of the toy in the pit of my pants, placing the base against the front of my black panties. With hands suddenly slightly. He felt a warm hand encircle his penis and begin to stroke him. There was only the sensation of the hand, no other sensory input was available, and it was maddening. The straps around his genitals prevented any full erection, and did not block the flow of blood, but it made for a very tight fit. The pressure eased somewhat as the hand withdrew, and he tried to stay conscious as sleep began to overtake him like a warm blanket engulfing his mind. His head came to rest on the leg of one of the.