She was very wet, and very surprised by my length, i had a good 8 inches and she had always loved rock guys as i had long hair like my rock heroes, sh... played with it while i gently rode her wetness. Slowlyl, i grabbed her hips, and pulled her down onto my cock over and over and over i could feel its length go deeper and deeper into her wet, sticky folds.She whispered how she wanted me from the first day she met me but she just couldnt. I leaned up to suck on her nipples, she held me in and. Whichever way you cutit Rosy and I had had homosexual relations and although it had beenlegal since 1967 for people over twenty one, we weren't even twenty yet,it would be 1994 before in came down to eighteen and 2001 to sixteen.Also we always used the ladies toilets when cross dressed and for overtwo years I had used the ladies changing room in shops and of course atOld Hall and Rosy used the theatre or club ladies dressing rooms,although not exactly illegal you could imagine the police being. I started pulling my pants up as I came in. “What do you think you are doing? Don't even think of putting your pants back on. Get over here in front of me now” reluctantly I let my pants fall back around my ankles and stood right in front of my mother. My cock was still stiff as I stood naked and vulnerable in front of her.I had tears starting to form in my eyes as I tried to talk. “Mom I...”“Shut the fuck up right now.” She yelled “You degenerate little pervert. Whacking off to your own. Another leak? Possibly. A sense of dismay grew in my stomach as I considered, did Jeremy have a secret Master? Steve mentioned something thought up by Ken Thompson called "Reflections on Trusting Trust" which implied you can never really tell who is the Master of who in situations like this. We agreed to meet Peter at the University in the afternoon.Peter and Steve had combined efforts and determined that Jeremy had done some of the coding at the university. Based on the the activity logs, it.