Finally, sleep started to come. Dreams started to flash in my mind. Bright colors, good feelings, ohhh real good feelings. Half asleep I began to r...ach for my cock. Wait, what? There was someone there. My mind still in a sleep fog, couldn’t comprehend what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw my mom looking up at me with my cock buried in her mouth. “Ma ah ah MOM!” She put her finger on my mouth and took my hard cock out of her mouth and said “shhhhhhhhh” then went back to sucking. I want it to let me cum. I want it to just take me and make me shake in my restraints. I want to squirt so hard that all of Brian’s seed leaves my pussy. But this faceless machine won’t allow me the satisfaction. Is it foolish to get angry at a machine? I think it is, but this machine is not making it easy for me to like it. The meditative state from before is long gone, the thrusting now sees to that. I am now aware of my surroundings again. The leather across my skin which I heated up with my. When that occurred, I realized I didn’t have enough time to waffle over decisions and just had to guess. I wasn’t sure if it would be on the side of fancy or informal, so I grabbed a modest navy-blue dress with a sleeve that kind of skirted the line between the two.When I arrived at Chelsea’s house, I was pleasantly surprised with her attire when she answered the door. I would have not been alarmed if she was in some fancy dress or if she answered the door in sweats. My eyes were wide open as I. Not only watch it together but get off together as well. I imagined them side by side on the sofa watching porn on the TV—all with their skirts up and a hand down their panties rubbing their pussies."Look, my batteries are going to run out if you two don't stop arguing. What do I do now?" Interjected Sis."Don't ask me, ask our local whore," tartly rebuked Gemma."Poor little virgin Gemma, don't worry all that anxiety over your inexperience will go once we get you screwed," informed Jane warming.