He said the garden at the back had a small shed where we could go. My heart was racing right now and when he asked if that was okay I was so close to ...aying I was too uncomfortable with outdoors and that I wanted to leave it. However I had been waiting to try cock for ages now and knew I'd be gutted if I said no.We walked through the back door into his garden to the shed.. It was surprisingly clean with just a lawn mower, small stool and and shelves with some gardening stuff on it. As soon as. Mickey thought she looked relieved.“The truth is, I’m 66 years old, and somehow I changed and this young girl who was badly hurt needed a dress,” she said as if recounting a movie plot. “Those two men would have killed her if that young gentleman hadn’t stopped them, I’m sure.”“Did you see what happened?” Mickey asked.“No. I saw them grab her and drag her out,” she said. “They came in here like they belonged here.”“Detective, go down on Miss Williams and give her a proper orgasm,” Mickey said. We sat in silence for a full minute. She squeezed my hand again and I squeezed back. We were like two teenagers on a first date, neither quite knowing what to say or do next. ‘Are you relieved?’ she asked, quietly, her voice was distant and she was avoiding me by looking straight ahead. Her grip on my hand had lessened. I didn’t know what to say. Frankly, I hadn’t thought much about the consequences of her being pregnant. There were too many other things occupying my mind. ‘How I could manage. "Ohhhh, this is wonderful!" Donna hissed. "Oh, Mike, you're so hard and I'm so wet! Ohhhh, your cock is perfect for my cunt! I can feel your cock stretch my cunt open... fucking it! Listen to that wet sound, baby! Hear Mother's wet cunt fucking your cock!"Mike didn't say anything. He was almost dazed with pleasure. His hands clutched his mother's bouncing ass tightly, his hips lifting up to meet the wild thrusting of her cunt. He didn't move his hips, but held them high and let her ride his.