I know mom, but it is really great. Did you do his buddies too?, she asked wide eyed. I knew my mom, she may be shocked, but if she wasnt really inter...sted she wouldnt ask. No, I answered, but I am going to, I added. YOU ARE? her eyes lit up. Yes damn it I am, I smiled and answered. When are you going to do this? she asked. The first chance I get when they get back from this trip, I told her. Dottie, I had no idea you were into such things, she said. I didnt know it myself until Monday, I told. Seconds later they were in the woods and running, hand in hand, for the fence. They slipped through the fence as if their bodies were greased and dashed for the back door. Not stopping they pounded up the stairs to Debbie's room, which was the first bedroom they came to. They had unconsciously transferred their feeling of safe haven from the room they could no longer play in, to the next best thing... her bedroom, the only other place she felt like she owned.Then it was more long tongue. “On my leg,” I replied. “Mario,” Tom ordered, “bring your cock here.” I became aware of Mario moving around the car. I then felt the lace top of the stocking on my right thigh being pulled away from my skin. The next thing I knew was Mario had slid his length into my stocking, against my smooth thigh, pushing it down into my stocking, then back up, slowly building up a rhythm. “Tell me what you want him to do, Faith.” “I want him to cum down my stocking,” I moaned. “I want him to drain his. That is of courseuntil I received a private message from luvbird.From the moment I began to chat with her I knew luvbird was special. The wayshe expressed herself, her sense of humor, her outlook on things. All ofthese held my attention to her words.After chatting for some time on just about every subject we could think ofshe asked if I had a pic. Pic, I had found out, was chat speak for picture. Ifibbed and told her I hadn't had any scanned yet since I was new to chatting.Then she asked if I.