Purity and those weird rubber knickers? No! They just didn’t fit together…..which further fuelled his curiosity. Mrs Challoner was a kind-hearted ...oman of about forty-five, plump but still attractive enough to form the basis of wanking fantasies for some of the boys - and probably some of the girls, too.Colin slapped on his mental anchors, helping the cannabis stamp on his panic. He was being offered entrance to a strange new world that had only existed in his wildest dreams. He was sure that. “I don’t like wet lingerie hanging in our bathroom. It’s fine in the laundry room, and I can get used to that. I wish your bathroom countertop was neater. You’re too cheerful when you get up; I like quiet until after the first cup of coffee. I wish you could narrow down the shampoos and conditioners in the shower to one of each, not a half-dozen of each. Those are nits and barely worth mentioning. I’ll get used to them if you don’t want to change.”Mindy said, “And you’re not peeved in any way. He closed his mouth with concern. "It's alright." John dad said with a smile. "Mom decided to see if you had some dirty clothes the other day and found your little secret out. We had a little talk about it. We'll love you no matter if you're our son or our daughter." "Th-Thanks." John said sniffling. "But this is all such a surprise. I always dreamed that you'd act like this. Always dreamed you'd take it this way." Wiping away the tears, John watched as his mother went over to the wardrobe and. He gripped her small tits and she shoved her right foot into his mouth for him to suck. She was a real pig and no mistake. Quicker and quicker his deep strokes went until they came together in a maelstrom of pent up passion. His seed shot deep into her baby cervix while her shivering cunt continued to squirm and clench him, milking every drop of his warm scum out of him. Even after such a short interlude, her brown hair was messed up and her face flushed crimson from bashfulness and extreme.