I knew she was still hot for it. We hadn’t shagged yet. She was wet and my cock still hurt.“What kind of help?” I asked. “Help to make this lo...ely young thing happy – or even happier, cos I don’t think you managed to finish things.” I smiled, and so did Lizzie. “And I’ve got more room in my lorry than the back of your car” he smirked. He looked about 20 and soon his lorry was parked next to us off the road. He helped Lizzie and myself up where there was a long wide leather bench. Before he. They had been sitting in front of the fire, gazing up at her, talking about the wedding. Jen sighed. “I love my mother. And I love you too, but I think of you more as Dean’s mom, the one he should have had growing up. I have to tell you, I’m a little intimidated. Living up to your legacy will be hard. Dean showed us your wedding album, and told me he wanted me in a dress as close to yours as I could come, regardless of the cost. I’ve showed it to a few seamstresses, and they’ve all refused,. After what seemed an age he spoke again " do you want to do this for me" he said.I nodded again held out my hand and gripped it,i could only just get my hand round it.He put his hand over mine and began to move it,up and down the huge shaft.It felt so hard and hot in my small hand,i thought it would burst into flames.I masterbated him for a few minutes more when he asked do i want to kiss it,i said yes and lent forward and kissed the end of his cock.I could taste what i now know was his precum. Without warning, he popped his index finger into the hot hole of her sex. The heated chamber of her vagina enveloped the invading digit in clinging folds. She groaned and twisted under his manual impalement. Her eyes fluttered closed as she mashed the yearning satin-covered pillows of her breasts over his chest.Delighting in the control he commanded over this young and very willing girl, he slithered his finger in and out of her. "Admit it!"Her crotch pumping in rhythm with his drilling attack,.