Tina dared not try to count the number of men that had passed through her mother's cunt. That impossibly large number boggled her ability to remember ...her mother was ill.While her mother was still interviewing the bar crowd, Tina watched the listless dancers shuffle passionlessly together. They might kiss or even fondle each other, but none had any heart for their actions. The place was a thoroughly depressing dive that served cheap sexual encounters with the liquor. Life here was as meaningless. It stiffened to it's full length inside of my jeans or as we called them back then Dungarees. I had measured my erection more than once and knew that it was decent sized for my age. It was only a smidgeon short of six inches. I knew from peeking in my gym class that it was above average.My cock ached as I watched what my mother was doing to her own brother. She was kneeling on the bed between Uncle Tom's legs. Her tongue was running up and down his massive cock. It had to be eight inches long. I couldn’t even understand why we weren’t taking a more direct and open route. For that matter, there was the Lockdown. How were we doing this and not having the Magical energy zapped away?I took a breath to ask one of those questions when I was thrown into the door next to me. We’d made our right turn.I grabbed the handle built into the frame above my door as well as the handle on the back of Michael’s seat. Greta had been holding on all along. Now I understood why she cast her spells and. I turned my attention back to the photograph on the screen, back to the beautiful 18 year old Emily, back to Dorothy, back to my soon to be personal student and who knows maybe even my new lover. I took the cucumber and licked and sucked on the tip a little, then, reaching down between my legs, I plunged the first four inches into my slippery, dripping with excitement pussy opening. I gasped out loud, a bolt of irresistible pleasure radiating from my neveregions, a all to familiar sensation.