.."This is hard for me to say, but I wanted to ask you as to-" Tuck paused,his words coming from Mrs. Getty directly. "When your hands were on mylegs ...I was ... aroused..." he was supposed to say sexually, but hethought that was too much. He continued his script. "and I may havenoticed that you were as well." He smiled shyly thinking back as to thefeel of the hardness under his toes each time he tried on new pair ofheels, the feelings and his blush not in the director's cut, but veryreal and not. It had been only five days since their last visit, but Billy had insisted in going again.“You just want a piece of her ass again,” Joan teased her son. “My ass isn’t hat enough for you?” Billy grinned at his mother. “Plenty hot, Mom, but I like to fuck her, too.”“You like to fuck anything hot and wet,” she laughed.He had stood facing his mother, his arms about her waist, hugging her. Joan lifted her skirt and shoved his hands onto her panties, curling his fingers about the shapely cheeks of her. Some guy came up and yanked them down and tossed them to the side on the floor. They had me sit back down and a guy came up and stuck his cock in my mouth! I sucked off several guys like this and after two or three of them shot their cum in me, I was told to lay back and do as they said! I laid on my back and one of them parted my legs and pulled me toward him. He leaned over and started sucking my little cock and licking my balls and another guy stood over my face and jerked off into my. Wetness oozed obscenely from the foreskin. He resembled Roger, except that Roger was bald and leaner. I quickly closed the magazine. “Photoshopped?” Jennifer asked. “You think so?” “Of course, Jen.” The thought that my wife had blithely checked out all these huge fake dicks horrified me. “He is coming, by the way,” Jen said as she wiped herself. She stretched out her pussy lips and lay them on the seat. I hated when she did that and looked away. “What? Who?” “Roger. He called just before you.