Mr K slipped out of his open tshirt and I could tell his hardon was saluting him. He adjusted his loose shorts to let the mushroom tip of his cock poi...ted up towards him. I couldn't stop looking at the head of his cock. It was a fucking beautiful piece of man meat I had ever seen in person. He told me to let his cock out and start sucking it. "You've wanted that cock for the longest time Jason....suck it....suck daddy's cock, boy." I didn't blink an eye and took that fat over 8 cut inches of. My boobs were trying to pull pressure on his hairy chest but the foam had made them slippery. Whenever he was hugging me my boob would try to escape from the left side or right side. He made me sit on the bathroom floor. I thought he would lick my pussy or start fingering me. But he has different plans. He took some more body wash liquid in his hand and inserted into my clean shave vagina.He started kissing me wild and in just a jiff he took the shower and put a jet of waters into my pussy. I. Mum gave him a big smacker on his lips, and more or less fell into the toilet cubicle. After some minutes she reappeared, and proceeded to walk slowly, if rather unsteadily, back down the aisle, obviously conscious of the many eyes upon her, and posing like a model on the catwalk.Once mum was back in her seat, Pete started talking to her, asking where we were staying etc, though it must have been difficult for him to understand her slurred responses. All the while mum was staring at his. What could they do? I knew nothing about this guy, They'd want to see my e-mails and that would be far too humiliating. Besides did I REALLY want to stop him? I played the battle out in my head back and forth. I knew deep down the risks I was taking would get me killed. Now that it had happened did I want to chicken out? To do so would diminish the excitement of it forever.Finally I crawled into bed and fell asleep. I woke with a jump when the alarm went off. God another day at work. I.