I think that scared me more than anything. As I finished telling him what his father and I had done Simon looked at me. I was surprised when he grabb...d me and held me. I cried while he said ‘I’m sorry’ over and over. When we both calmed the real conversation began. Simon told me that his father likes young girls and he was worried that he would try something with me. He said that he paced the whole time we were gone and tried to get his father to let him go with us, but he said no. Simon. “Mommy, I want to lick your cunt” saying I removed her panty and put my mouth to her pretty blond cunt. I licked and sucked, now and then fingering her. She lay down on the carpet and closed her eyes. Her breathing was heavy and I was longing for her milk. I buried my face between her thighs and I refused to leave her cunt in spite of her screaming, groaning and moaning. She was astonished at my hunger and continuous licking. Few minutes later she pulled me beside her and kissed me taking my. I straightened-up, picked up a pen, 'What's your name', I asked him throatily, my tonal verbosity tinged heavily with lust, 'Call me Johnny', he replied as he drank in the visual wonder of my young breasts.I handed it to him, 'There can be no doubting as to who I am now', I said as he studied the paper, a smile breaking out across his face, 'What about your bottom half', he said confidently, 'Why not', I countered, getting into the total absurdity and naughtiness of the whole thing.He watched. It was indeed trip standing before her, his chiseled body dressed in what was clearly a tailored suit. Becky had to make a mental note not to drool as she saw him, but suddenly felt severely underdressed. She looked down a little and noticed he had a garment box in his arms. She just kind of moved out of the way, letting him in without truly being able to speak. Just as I thought, he said to her finally. Cute and all, but lets fancy you up a little bit. He held out the box for her. Wear.