"It's easy for me, but that's not all my mouth can do..." I looked him in the eyes, and i could see the sudden surprise on his face. "Oh really ?" he ...ot closer to me and put his hand on my thigh. "Really," I answered, and finished my sentence by putting my hand in his lap, softly rubbing his inner thigh. I could already feel his hard-on through his swimming trunks."What are you implying, Nessa ?" He started rubbing my thigh, too. "I'm implying that ever since I turned 13, I have wanted you so. My husband, Brian and I had gone to a work related 'Do' 12 months previously and got ourselves heated up in the limo on the way home.We had burst through the front door, horny as all get out, and without thinking of our 15 year old son upstairs, let alone giving any thought to contraception, Brian had my skirt around my waist, my nickers round my ankles and his face buried in my crotch. A few licks with his tongue and a quick squeeze of my arse and any possibility of remembering to pop upstairs. Being the great sex machine that he was, before long we were both completely naked and I was splayed out on the bed, Matt on top of me, pushing my ankles up against my ears. He was fucking my brains out, pounding my pussy with his massive cock, with each thrust pressing my legs tighter against my petite body. He was such a stud that he kept this up for a full twenty minutes before he exploded in me, flooding my insides with his warm cum. We fell asleep soon after, exhausted.I woke up the next. Connie glanced at Chrissy then back at me. “You wouldn’t do that.”I couldn’t tell if it was a statement or a question. It didn’t matter. I would do it, but I couldn’t say so, could I?“You’re not like that, are you,” Connie said. Still, I couldn’t tell if she was inquiring or expressing her opinion by putting it on me. I didn’t want to lie, but sitting there in front of the two of them, when I would happily munch down on her pussy in front of Chrissy and god and everybody, I couldn’t say what I.