I’m happy as a clam, being Claude’s moon-mate. He’s wonderful. Just a bit more of a morning person than me. I’m used to his ways by now,” On...tah laughed as she exulted in our caress.We didn’t actually have time for shower sex, but a little feeling up never did anyone harm, did it? We all rinsed and dried off, after which Onatah French-kissed both of us with real hunger in her kiss. God, that woman was full of passion ... she would put the lie to those stereotypes about Native-Americans being. Jacking you cock can only go so far.Like I said, I need to cum a lot. So it happened one day. I was feeling horny, real horny and I got hard, real fucking hard. I was sitting on the steps in front of the apartment building where I lived. Kenny was coming down the street, he was like a Ken doll for guys. Everybody knew he was queer. I was horny and needed a good cock sucking. It was prefect timing for both of us.“Hey Kenny, what are you up to man. Doing anything.”, I asked not hiding. A hand clamped around her mouth and another just below her breasts, holding her into immobility. ‘Remember me princess?’ he whispered crudely rubbing her torso before going lower onto her belly and then delving between her thighs. He managed to spread them a little even though she desperately tried to keep them shut. ‘No? I remember you. I remember your tits, your soft thighs and sweet pussy’ he continued whilst rubbing her though her dress. She felt nauseous and faint. She had stopped. As most of the girls he knew were either virgins or not on the Pill, anal sex was what they preferred and Allan's slim cock was in big demand. Tracey hadn't had a cock in that hole since her husband died and was aching to feel her son spill his juice inside her.Dry and on the bed Tracey sucked Allan's cock for a few seconds then smothered it in sweet smelling honey lubricant, turned on her stomach and presented her broad arse and hairy butthole to her son. "Finger it for a bit to get it loose.