"I'm happy to lose the clothes for our photoshoot today, if you want me to?" Sasha paused for a brief moment, looked at me up and down, and spoke with...a playful smile. "I can't believe I'm asking this, but have you ever been skinny-dipping?" N-n-nn no... don't think so... why?" I asked, shocked at such a random question."Tell you what, my daughter is at school, the original photoshoot for today was cancelled anyway, let's just both take a day off!" Sasha suggested. "No one will be here for. . I look up at the desk-mounted timer and set it for twenty-one minutes. Ready, I say quietly. He pushes his chair back underneath his desk, leaving me trapped with his cock staring me in the face. I didnt realize he even pulled it out. Steeling myself, I start the timer and lean forward, taking his cock into my mouth. He is pitifully short, so I easily take the whole length in my mouth. Now I wait. Im expected to wait twenty minutes like this, just using his cock like a gag. I dont ask why,. She stroked my penis with the same rhythm and intensity that J used to move inside her. I met eyes with J and then with L. It felt that were sharing the same body, moving together and feeling the same pleasure. I felt my cock harden even more as L stroked me and that familiar tickle started deep within my balls. I pushed myself forward and L accepted me into her mouth. She sucked hard on the head while she moved her head in short, sharp repetitions. I felt my cum spurt into her mouth as she. The counter was filled with trays of greasy eggs, bangers, bacon, chips, beans and fried bread but what held our rapt attention was the lady serving. Nothing really extraordinary about her: fat, red-faced, wearing a grubby apron with tiny printed flowers on it, a scarf tied round her dyed-blonde hair, laterally knotted in front. No, what fascinated us kids, ages evenly distributed between twelve and eight, was the cigarette hanging from her ruby lips, with an inch of fag ash quivering on the.