I shared it with a girl calledBecky. She was a good friend; she worked at a local fashion store as theirbuyer. Neither her salary nor mine was particu...arly big, so we had decidedto move in together when I started as a PA.Another memory told me that this was the front door to the building butnot our place. We shared a 2 bed flat inside this house that had beenconverted in to 2 separate 2 bed flats. We lived on the 1st floor and onthe ground floor lived 2 guys who also shared. They were Tim &. Even now the back of thethroat was scented with his sons musk. Kevin stopped moving. His temples still throbbed. His body was in someother dimension. Sound was muffled by the pounding in his ears. He feltheavy like he was cast in cement. And sudden air around his dick as daddymoved up over him, his face now above his. Why were daddys eyes shining,wet? Lowering his lips to Kevins the lad opened his mouth accepting thetongue. But it was also cum. He knew the taste well. But this wasn'tdads. This. “Wow! that was the best,” she told me. “You can put it in me a little bit if you want.”She didn’t say what I could put in her.Moving back over beside her I slid my middle finger into slippery hot virgin pleasure tunnel. I hooked my finger over where the place in my head showed me was the most sensitive inside her. It wasn’t exactly where girls had a g-spot, but it still made her react the same. She relaxed enough that I was able to get two fingers into her. With my two fingers curved down to. Gene’s strong hand cupped the back of my head as I went back down on it with my mouth a third and fourth time. I soon realized it was hard to breath with my mouth stuffed and I pulled off of it to get some air. I looked up at this young stud. “19?” I said unbelieving. He just smiled and I went back on his youthful cock. He might have been as old as my youngest daughter, but I wasn’t going to argue morals at this point. His manhood was too impressive to worry about age and what I had in my mouth.