And my name is not Shawnlea." Replied Shawn with a hint of rebellion"Yes you are a girl Shawnlea. At least for the next year you are. So remember what...I tell you. There is a lot of things you are going to have to remember. And also your name is Shawnlea unless I tell you differently. Do you understand me?" Said Kathleen sternly in response to Shawn's remark."Yes Mom." Was his reply."Another thing, from now on I want you to call me Mother. That's the girl's way ."Yes Mother." Shawn said meekly. He found himself actually liking the fact the cloth was there because it somehow heightened the tactile delight of exploring her ass cheeks. And her ass was even more delightful because it was being firmed up by the high "fuck me" pumps she was perched on.He was too busy with his hands to answer her question, so she continued in a sensual voice, "Mmmm, you DO like Momma's ass. That's good. Momma likes it when you touch all her naughty places."But even though his hands were in ass nirvana, a. He ventured into the soft hairs with his fingers, finding their way to the moist, warm flesh of her cunt. She gasped with pleasure as he began to rub her clit gently, rubbing the cream in as he did. He delved his face down onto her and licked, the sweetness of the cream and her juices together making a heady combination. He pulled the satin to the side and his tongue entered her again. This time she was fully dripping, hot and so inviting. He swung her body back round so her legs were. The only disappointing thing about the night Brett lasted only five minutes and seemed unable to manage it again no matter how Anne tried.Now the other type of guy is the type that will take any opportunity to fuck any woman no matter if their husband is right next to them. One guy like this was Rod, a young surfer 19-20 blonde hair bleached by sun and sea, tanned and slim, with a bulge in his board shorts that promised a larger than average cock. We met this guy while traveling the country in.