You guys really want to do a pact that says we all have to fuck each other's mom at least once and we have to fuck our own moms? Is that really what w...e are talking about?"Everyone nodded. "Then we are too fucking bored." I said. Chris's face fell. "You mean you aren't going to do it? Then no one can." He said."And this conversation never happened." Landon followed. I held up my hands. "Wait. Wait. Wait. I am not saying 'no'. I am just, I have to, I need to. Give me a minute to absorb this. You. She stared at me for the longest time,making the colour rise in my cheeks again. I ducked my chin and picked upmy blonde Barbie, and pretended to be fascinated with changing her shoeswhile I mumbled some nonsense. Eliza paused beside Emily to point at me."That's Baby Candy. She loves playing babies." I know," the fascinated seven-year-old replied. "I've met Baby Candybefore at your place." Emily eventually tore her big blue eyes from mycowering frame and twirled around to watch the skipping. We were standing up in an embrace, him leaning back against the dresser. Soft kisses, rubbed my back and shoulders in a light embrace. Man, I was getting turned on myself. He was respectful of me, unlike so many other MFs, but a little too slow. After about 15 minutes, I leaned back away from him and unbuttoned my blouse. I was smaller then and my tits still in my bra were tiny like a very young girl. Bill reached down and cupped my ass with his hands, and I tightened up my muscles as he pulled. The MP3 player on steroids played the music my dad had loved. The player was loaded with the sound track from the movie 'The Big Chill' along with the sound track from a popular TV show or two. I had a few best of the sixties albums.When I heard that music I could almost see my dad behind the wheel of his beat up old pickup. Him driving, me riding shotgun, on the way to one of the junk yards outside of town. My dad was a mechanic for one of the local mills. He kept their machines running. The.