"Marcus, I'm so sorry!" she said, blushing. "I woke up half asleep, and I thought you were Jason. I didn't mean to..." It's okay, Mom, really. I under...tand." he told her. "You're a slut, and sluts need cock." No, that's not what I meant..." she protested weakly. "I just... I..." What?' he asked, crossing his arms. "Are you trying to tell me you're not a slut?" Marcus, I..." she said. She hung her head."That's what I thought." he said, smirking at her. "Get on your knees, Jennifer. That's where. It couldn't overpower the taste of Zach's mouth that lingered on her lips though. She wanted to feast on him. His salty neck had been a delicious appetizer, but she wanted to indulge herself with his lightly haired nipples, down his muscled stomach to that mammoth lump tenting his board shorts.He'd given her an orgasm within hours of meeting her and they hadn't even been naked yet. Both of them wanted more, but, in a perverse way, holding back had ramped up her desire even higher. She wanted to. XxxxxxxEaster 1974 was quite late again that year, mid-April - but a week earlier than it had been the previous year.We had heard that the Swedish band 'Abba' had won the Eurovision Song Contest the previous week with a song entitled 'Waterloo'; it was played so much on Radio One that we all knew the tune and words by heart. It was a lot more memorable than the previous year's winner!Our studies slowed down for Easter week; many of our lecturers had children who were now on the school holidays,. If he did, she had no right to horn into his pleasures. She waited quietly, standing and looking at the naked back of her husband as he kneeled before Linda ; and Licked the whiskey from her pale white belly."All over," she commanded. "My hips, and deep into my belly button. Ah, yes-- now you're being a good boy. Lick right on down into my pussy, daddy dear-- stick your nice not tongue on into my hair and suck them all dry." Yes, darling," Chad mumbled, and hurried to complete his task, lapping.