Karen pushed me on my back on a sleeping bag and climbed on top. Almost before I knew what was happening, I had a pussy pressing on my mouth and a ton...ue licking my dick. If anything, Karen’s mouth was even better than the night before. I was totally enthralled by the scent and taste of this new pussy pressed against my face. I was doing my best to give Karen all the pleasure I could. I licked every inch of her labia, sucked her clit in and out of my mouth, and twisted two fingers against her. I started probing the manner in which discipline was performed, particularly if there were teenage daughters in the house. I would interview each of the parents and the teen individually about the discipline. I usually started with the teen. I found their hesitation and embarrassment highly arousing.I particularly remember one 15 year old girl named Abby. I could see her cheeks blushing deep red, even though she hung her head so strongly. She was squirming and stammering as she told me how. I asked if Scott had any porno magazines and well...we just..." My mom stood there with her arms folded. Then she walked over to the bed where Matt was laying and grabbed the magazine out of his hand, which was covering up his softening prick. "Well at least they are beautiful women you two are jacking off to." Then she tossed it back onto Matt. "I'm...really sorry Mrs. Johnston...I'll leave now..." "You stay right there Matt! First of all stop calling me Mrs. Johnston! Call me Amy. I have. "I can't do anything more now until the garden centres open, for me to buy the turf." This was a most unsubtle hint. I simply turned and climbed the stairs, planning to do as I had said. Suddenly, however, the back of my dressing-gown lifted, and I heard Patrick inhale deeply."Your cunt smells like rich, warm earth," he said. I froze. Turning to try and offer some kind of reply, I saw he had already unzipped himself and had his cock straining out of his trousers, purple and anxious. I became.