Gwen's tender administrations sent me into bliss as I grabbed the back of her head as she ran her lips up and down my dick, her tongue licking and pro...ing, sending a shiver down my back. Standing in the toilet at a wedding dinner, a beautiful girl on her knees giving me the blowjob of my life... what more could I ask for?I let her pace the lovemaking as she stopped the blowjob and got up, seating herself on the toilet seat cover as she spread her legs wide, inviting me onwards with a. Both wanted it and needed it and I allowed it. Later I would be Adam and they would be Sally and Sarah. For now they were 'mom' and 'daughter' to me. It actually got me harder just knowing that. I guess I was a dirty old man. I certainly felt that way and I knew what I was going to say next was going to brand me with that name for the rest of my life."I was thinking," I said in a clear voice, "that it's been over forty-two years since I last nursed off of my mommy's tits and that I was. She knew though, that it had to be done, the Gestapo were no fools, and any inconsistency in their cover story would be fatal for both of them.Anne-Marie was 24 and had been born of a Belgian mother and a French father, and she had been brought up in a small town on the Belgian coast not far from Zeebrugge. They were a relatively wealthy family, her father was a local banker, and well known and respected in the area. After school she had not had to work and had stopped at home to help her. ”“Yeah, like when I was Brian’s age, before anything started to grow.”“I like being smooth you know.”“Really? Do you think it feels cleaner?”“Not just that. Just it’s cooler, it feels great when I run my fingers over it.”“Yup, that’s what I thought!”Leslie laughed and turned to him, resting her head on his chest, her arm across his waist. He touched her hair, pleased with the clean feeling between his fingers even though it wasn’t quite dry. She moved her leg over his thigh so that she pushed.