What does my little girl want for such an important birthday?"As she hugged me, her large breasts were suddenly in my face. I know she was my mom, but...the fact that her large, milk-filled breasts were right in my face was getting me going. I could almost see down her robe and to her nipples. This made me shiver. This struck me with a sudden inspiration. Maybe this was how I could finally fulfill my fantasy, how I could ask her to let me feed from her. It was my birthday and it was what I wanted. But the third time we put our cocks away the third man came down the bank and along the field's edge toward us. We all smiled, he even said "hi", which was the only thing he said that was clear, the whole time we had our cocks out.. My new man reached for his fly to squeeze this new comers cock through his jeans. Without further ado he pulled open his fly to reveal a lovely thick cock. Don't get me wrong I was well keen on number ones hard, rampant but smaller cock. In fact there was nothing. One last drop off. Mrs. Kuepper was the last delivery, a whole block away from the previous drop. Keen to get home I pedaled up to the letterbox at speed, sliding to a halt. As I slid to a halt, I noticed a flash of white down the side of the house. It looked like Mrs. Kuepper in her underwear. A very pointy bra and high waisted pants. I pushed the newspaper into the letterbox and started to pedal off.A voice called out, "Paperboy."I stopped."Paperboy." I looked toward the house; the sun was in. I'm snapped out of a bit of dream by another phone call, the courtesy lights going on in the car, as the ignition is turned off, and 2 people getting out of cars on the opposite side, now I'm getting REALLY nervous!The driver then turns round to me, and with a wry gin he says: "Okay, I want you to get out, and walk in front to the side of that tanker in front of us" his friend then said "I'll follow you in a minute" as I'm getting my stuff together, I'm asked to hurry up, and his friend says.