She would have been even more so if she knew that the entire bedroom scene had been hastily planned for her benefit, that there was nothing "accidenta..." about it, that Debbie had agreed to be a willing participant as payment of her debt to Keith.For the next few minutes a stunned new bride listened as Keith went into an unbelievable vivid detailed account of what happened on the plane, leaving nothing for Debbie to imagine, right down to Susan's writhing, orgasmic body. Debbie would stop him at. “Yes mum, Becky is still ‘looking after me’ thank you very much.”“It’s just I know she’s so busy with her job that she must feel very tired after a long day, or even weeks like this when she’s away!” mum said insinuating Becky wasn’t fulfilling her ‘marital’ promise.I continued to smile to convince her she had no worries, but mum’s seem to know their sons better than anyone and as much as I tried to hide it, there was no mistake that mum could read in my eyes that I wasn’t getting as much sex. Uh huh." She nudged Sally who had a stupid grin on her face. Oh, good grief. It was no big deal. Really.We stood looking at each other for what felt an age."Well, who goes first?" asked Sally.Debbie skipped forward and grabbed the door handle. "That would be me, I reckon." She gave it a firm shove with her shoulder and went inside as the bell above the door rang merrily.Miss Willcox was a tall, thin, refined looking lady of about fifty oddish years. She was dressed in a long-sleeved white. I was starting to really love this. I felt them gaining more and more speed, and depth with each thrust. The one behind me kept gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me into him, all the while saying things like, "Yeah, take it you bitch, you like my cock in your ass don't you, oh your ass feels nice and tight." While the other had a hold of the sides of my head and kept feeding me more and more of his cock, he just kept saying, "suck my cock, boy suck it." over and over again. I started to clinch.