I stroked his scrotum a little while I licked the length of his cock like a lollipop. He whispered, ‘You don’t have to do this if you don’t want...to,’ but I knew he didn’t really mean that. All at once, I took his balls in my hand, and stuck his cock into my mouth, as far as it would go. I started moving my head up and down, allowing his cock to slide in and out of my mouth. I didn’t know if I was doing it right or what, but I was enjoying the softness of the skin on his cock as it rubbed. But had never had sex with any. I wanted to, but just never could get past the fear of getting some girl pregnant. Needless to say I was getting a lot of experience masturbating.My mother was 23 years older than I was. She was 5'7", black hair and dark eyes. She wasn't a centerfold but she looked good. She had a nice small waistline, pretty legs and what looked like perky breast which tapered to the nipples. I really never thought about my mom, in a sexual way, until one morning at home.She. She said that they probably hooked-up 10 times or so after that. He would call her, come by the dorm and pick her up and they would head back to his trailer. He was the first guy she was ever with who REALLY LOVED to eat pussy. She said that up until that point, guys would lick her for a minute or two but then need to get their cock in her. They would sit on his sofa and look at Playboys and Penthouses together. He would lay on the floor and have her squat over his face and he would lick. I had lunch after he left and felt a hollow feeling. I missed the companionship not necessarily Andrew. I hung around the house till time to meet Bosco at the over look."Hello Sylvia, how you doing hon?" he greeted me."I'm just fine Bosco. Let's get on with it." I took out some notes I made that morning from the earlier interview tape... "So I need a mixing barrel I'm thinking heavy plastic trash can. Maybe even on wheels" Yeah long as it has never been used and as long as you keep it clean..