This time my throat opened more easily and I was able to breath a bit through my nose. It pushed in until I felt his crotch on my face again. He pulle... back only about an inch and pushed back in.He did it several times, a few times I still gagged. He pulled back again, this time his cock flopped from my mouth. It was covered in my spit and a thick strand ran from the tip of his cock to my lip. He rubbed the end of his prick against my lips and my face, spreading spit all around. I opened my. When we went into the room, Mr. Troy’s big hard, 10 inch fat cock was still standing straight up from his hairy body but the towel was laying next to him. Upon seeing it, my mom’s head jerked back and she got all flustered and said “ohhh my, that’s gonna be a problem, a big problem”. After thinking about what she had just said, she tried to clarify by saying “I don’t mean “it’s big”, although it certainly is, I mean it’s going to cause big problems”. Finally, she just said “put the towel over. He then walked down the stairs where Helen followed behind."So it's s-w-e-e-t-p-e-a-s-5-5?" Greg asked to confirm."That's right. Would you like to stay over for dinner?" Helen asked in an ever polite manner."Oh no, I have stuff to do back home." Greg replied, slightly attracted by her smile. The smile is kind of addictive, Greg thought.That night at home, Greg added her onto his messenger to find her already online.Greg: Hey you!Sweetpeas: Hey stalker! What's up.Greg: How do you know I'm. As the glare dimmed we heard, "MOMMIE! Where are you?"Mommie, it's so dark in here."I'm scared."Then as before, the voice wailed even more desperately, "Mommie ... Mommie ... I need you."Where are you?"Mommie, It hurts."It hurts so much."It's so RED!"Mommie ... Mommie. Where are you?Finally the cries faded as we heard, "Please, Mommie, I don't want to die."Then as before, silence.Even though my friends and I had heard this all before, hearing it again sent the same chills through us. I sensed.