" she said.They said, "You know we won it, don't you?" I didn't know what they meant. So to my utter horror, they explained that the competition had b...een to get my Mum as a sex slave for the night! Everyone there had signed sponsor forms for her to do it! Mum had been the judge, the criteria for tonight being that the two blokes with the biggest dicks would win!She'd taken all the males aside one by one, even the 18 year old lads and the dirty old men, and fucking tit rolled their dicks to. I was generally happier and experienced real joy (which is rare). For instance when I would look out the car window at a field from the passenger seat while driving by, I would see the beauty of it more than usual and just generally feel happy about life. I am not sure if this abstinence contributed to, or was the cause of this elevated general mood or not. It's interesting to note though. I believe it had at least something to do with it.During my abstinence I found my thoughts dwelling quite. "Oh here..." she whispered, nodding towards the condom and then his stiff cock.Nervously, Matt responded, "You sure?"Amy didn't respond. She reached again for his cock, this time sliding his shorts down past it, letting them fall to the floor. Matt needed no more encouragement than this as he began to prepare the condom to slide upon his thick helmet. As he did so, Amy guided his thighs to stand between her parted legs, his cock now hovering directly above her white panties. As the condom. . Sometimes.How many hours a night do I sleep? Seven. Usually. Maybe six if there's a good movie on. I hated those kinds of questions.Do I get angry often? Hmmmm ... What's often mean? No.When I get angry, do I express it or keep it inside? Heh! Both!How many good friends do I have? Like three or, nah. Just one good one.Blah Blah Blah...Fifty questions like that and I answered them pretty quickly. Most of them I'd seen before anyway, on other questionnaires, and I mostly tried to tell the.