If I got a boner in front of Maddy’s mother, I’d have to kill myself from the shame. ‘No problem,’ I said, feeling tightness in my chest and ...nother kind of tightness in my shorts. ‘Anytime.’ Somehow, I made it out of there without embarrassing myself. That night, the ring tone on my cell phone woke me up. I groaned, rubbed my eyes, and checked the time on the flashing light of my phone as it chirped a classic rock tune I had downloaded. It was after midnight, and the number was Maddy’s. We. “No, you told my father you would get me to open up, and that’s what I’m about to do!” She dropped off me, grabbed my tie and led me upstairs. Before we got all the way in Lindsey was unbuttoning my shirt and frantically pulling it off, it was a cold night and I had an under shirt on. “Really? Another one?” She said anxiously wanting me undressed. I yanked my tee shirt off and picked her up and tossed her on the bed. “Oh yah!” She exclaimed “take me baby!” She begged, half sarcasm half. “Can’t I just have tights?” I asked her. “Certainly not, because Fleur, stockings are sexier, and men love them.”I was loaded down with bags. Mum treated herself too.“Here lets get a set each of these, matching undies, the boys will love that.” Mum said. “Boys?” I asked.“Yes, boys.”When we arrived home Jack was waiting for us. Him and that big cock of ours. “Hey Jack,” Mum said.“Hey Mrs…….err, Lindzi, I err.” Jack mumbled.“I guess you want to fuck me and my daughter again, don’t you Jack,” Mum. . Well she wasn't the cutest girl ever, but her body was the best I seen! Small, round ass and the most firm 36B breasts. She always wore skinny jeans, which always made me hard on.After a few months she became used to her job, more friendly and chatty. She liked me a lot, so I always sat next to her in the bus. One cold day, her small nipples were hard, I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits and she noticed, whenever she saw me looking she would cover her breasts with her jacket.After a week of.