Danny sat in a chair while his mother sat on his lap. Danny was sucking on one of his mother’s titty nipples and Karen was enjoying it. She was moan...ng with joy as her own son sucked on her nipple.“You’re doing so good, Danny,” Karen complimented smiling. “You’re sucking mother’s titty real good. Yes, really good.”Danny continued sucking on his mother’s boob. Danny was enjoying the sensation of having his mother’s boob nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. Karen was enjoying the sensation of. "My turn," I whispered, and his eyes darkened.He nodded once, and I leaned across him to press my lips down on his, my hands on the bed on either side of his head, supporting me as I kissed him almost lazily. And then it was my turn to drive him crazy with teasing licks and kisses along his jaw, my hair dragging along his collarbone making him hiss. He reached up at one point to try to guide me, but I slapped his hands away playfully and punctuated it with a bite on the tense muscle in his. Brushing against me every once in awhile was his obvious erection but I didn’t move my hand. Instead I spread my fingers apart slightly and let his erection slide slowly between my fingers. Every so often I would spread my fingers further apart and squeeze them around the sides. He no doubt was quite endowed and very thick. Sometimes I could actually feel the rim of his head slide across my knuckle. I wondered how long he could keep this up while I chatted away on the silent phone. I looked up. To me, shemales appear to have the best of both worlds being feminine, but with male cocks and who clearly enjoyed anal sex. Knowing how I was dressed and thinking very naughty thoughts of what might happen spurred my cycling along and it wasn’t long before I was some distance from Bury, cycling down very quiet and narrow lanes somewhere close to the villages of Great Hockham and Little Hockham according to a rusted sign off to one side of the lane.I decided to stop in a small clearing to one.