Where he was sat watching tv so I got on with some housework. Later on in the evening, Paul shouted, “mum I need to pee go up and get naked and wait...for me” I said” ok!” God this was it, it really was going to happen I was going to get my son to pee on me. I went upstairs into the bedroom and stripped naked and walked into the bathroom. Paul was just stood there waiting he looked like he had to really ‘go’ by now, bless him. I got into the bath and laid down saying “now son come here and get in. . Are you wearing panties?” I asked, Ashleigh answered,“Hehe, No, Daddy said to try running without” she said giggling, “Said it would be cooler” she continued as she again looked at my novelty boxers noticing a slight bulge appearing.“Also stops bad odour” Julie added and proceeded to bend down in front of me to sniff at Ashleigh’s crotch giving me a perfect eyeful of her tight bubble butt. My cock was rising at the sight of Julie sniffing her daughters damp shorts and as she rose up she. This man's Penis was a legend in my own mind, as it had mentally grown, as I had over the years, its imagery assisting me during some masturbatory sessions, whenever I felt stressed.'Emma you are beautiful, you are a young woman', he gushed, making me feel, well, a woman, as I stepped inside his small apartment.I handed him the flowers and took my coat off. Joe was staring at my ample bosom, my cleavage visible down to my third button, and for a few seconds he held his gaze, and my naughty. I sucked him until he came, and I was wetter than I had been in a long time. I think it was the possibility of getting caught that was so intoxicating. After that, we took lunch together in the stairwell of the building, and we always came back smiling and walking funny (if you know what I mean). That man could eat pussy better than any man I had ever been with. I never failed to come at least once, usually twice especially if I could hear people that may or may not come up there and find us..