"Where do you want me to cum?" he asked. During this short conversation I had been wanking his cock slowly and I returned to it sucking his pre cum of... his bell end. It tasted good and I wanted to taste my friends cum but was very nervous about it. Should I say cum on face then I could control how much cum I tasted or just take a load in my mouth? Still sucking his cock I pointed to my mouth. Ian groaned "That is so fucking horny, will you swallow?" reassuring me "it's alright if you don't".My. I was surprised when the lad opposite did something similar, raising his knuckles to his lips and licking and sucking them clean of his own cum. I'd never seen a man take his own fluid into his mouth that way, let alone swallow it, which was what he seemed to do. I stood staring at him, alternately stroking my lips gently and cleaning my fingers. Mini-orgasms continued to hit me but I decided I couldn't take any more and reluctantly removed my hand and cleaned it one last time. Watching me. Back then, just before I saw out my first decade, things were happening that I was not aware of sexually, especially when we were on our own, in truth I know know he was a closet paedophile and all those hugs and touchings to me were just nice feelings from a nice man and through time, as I got older, they just seemed to taper off. As I grew up and started dating my husband to be, I soon I forgot about them and him, as my father had passed away and he just drifted out of conscious.I had moved. The family searched for her high and low but their search turned futile and my grandparents moved to America as the memories of their lost child made their stay in Greece unbearable.’ Returning the empty cup to the hamper she continued talking ‘They never returned to Greece and the house was looked after by a caretaker. A few years passed and my grandmother conceived another child very late in life, my father and he was a soothing balm to their wounded hearts as dad used to tell us how good his.