"Mom, " I said, "You want to hear something strange I learned about girls at school?" I began rotating my hand, coiling the length of her hair around ...my fist."Sure. I can only imagine what you've been learning from those sluts." She replied."Sluts? Why do you call them sluts?" I laughed."Instagram, SnapChat, Twitter; they all compete for followers and ready to do anything to get them," she added. "They've objectified themselves. All they care about is whether or not someone finds them. ... gggrr ..Now moaning violently and with wobbling breasts, two fingers jerk into your expectantpleasure slot. Ooohh jjaa .. so it's good.A little more of your hot juice spills out of the vagina. Sooo delicious.Yes, poke in a couple of times ... over and over again ... mmmhhAlmost out of your mind, you pull your legs even further towards your chest, grip yourthighs with your hands to be back at your pleasure center very quickly. Oh yes!You imagine a plump acorn and how it has always delighted. I could tell he enjoyed getting a big tit-smashing hug from Kelly, who was one of only three women in a bikini and certainly the best looking of the bunch.Kelly and I were both thirty-seven. I was six-feet-four and about two-thirty. In my suit, I had standard white-boy issue equipment. Kelly was five-foot-two with long legs, a bubble butt, a huge 34F chest, and shoulder-length dishwater blonde hair. She had an open red rose tattooed on her pubic mound (which no one at the party had ever seen. .The next day i got out of bed and went downstairs to make myself some breakfast i looked at the choice hmmm egg on toast for a change i think, Mum had woke up and came downstairs to in a hurry for work " Morning angle, i'm of to work i'll see you this evening your dads just poped out to the shop to get some milk he'll be right back" mum kissed my forehead and gave me a quick hug before dashing to the door hurrying for work. "oh and by the way darling someone came around for you saying sorry.