”“Why thank you,” she said. “But I’m just like any other woman. We all like to hear it.”“Well, it’s true,” I told her. “I think...you’re beautiful. In fact, if you weren’t my mother, I’d probably…um, nevermind,” I said, stopping myself. Who knows what I was thinking. By then, my penis was doing all the talking.“No, go on,” she said. “If I wasn’t your mother, you’d probably what?”That was the pivotal moment. In 19 years, my mother had never asked me a question as directly sexual as that. . It had cost a little extra to get the biggest dorm room on campus but the extra room was well worth it. As I approached my bedroom, I noticed the door was slightly ajar and the light was on. I knew I had closed the door when I left that morning. Peeking into my room I saw my computer dismantled and set on the floor beside my television and vcr. A box was set beside them containing the majority of my cd's and the sound of someone rifling through my things came from my bedroom.Stepping silently. There was my daughter with that dildo in her mouth once again, only this time it proved not to be a fake cock but the real thing. Torrie appeared to be laying on her back on the floor as some guy was sliding his cock between her tits. I cringed a bit when he started to bust his load all over her face. The scene quickly cut to yet another shot of my daughter with, as far as I could tell, yet a different cock sliding in and out of her lips. This guy unloaded into her mouth. I know this because. They giggled and flirted which made Mitchell shake his head and sigh, plugging in his headphones to tune them out. As the flight got about an hour into it Jack had told him he needed to "go to the bathroom" which really meant "see you in thirty minutes". Mitchell nodded and frowned deeply but sat and watched the television. Jack's massive body was pressed tight against the attendants as she unbuttoned his shirt. One of his large hands easily grasping her ass completely for a moment before.