Winking like some adulterous lighthouse, marking the rocks and dangers of the location and situation.Luckily for me, Sharon was available and as her d...d had flown out earlier for a business trip, she told me she was fine for a few hours. As I sat in the back of the cab trying not to obsess and fidget, I was like a junky gone cold turkey and waiting for his next fix. Tracking each fifty yards of progress on my map as we got closer and closer to the center of the web.Bad enough that one adult in. I followed her gaze. Her short skirt had ridden up her thighs just enough to expose a very neatly trimmed mound of blonde pubic hair. “I told you I’d missed you………..do you fancy some of this?” she asked, patting her pussy gently. “Fucking hell Sharon, you’re a horny little bugger this morning!” I knelt on the floor in front of her and gently pulled her knees apart. She laid back, “I don’t want you to forget why you come home to me. Get your tongue in there”. I wasn’t going to pass on this. I lowered my head a little more, just waiting. Silence. Just his scent, that's all. A shiver was set across my whole body as I felt his warm touch against my shoulder. His firm yet gentle hand caused me to lift my head up, letting out a quiet muffle from behind the ball gag. "Pet," he whispered, in a low hushed voice, breaking the silence. He knew I couldn't respond, yet he continued, walking round to the front of me, from what I could hear. The footsteps becoming closer. "Hope I didn't keep. That's the only word she could think of... and why did the word "tits" make her so hot? Tiny waist, like you'd expect on a 12-year-old, and a hairless pussy. Like a tiny electric shock, she quivered when she thought of the word "pussy." Oh, dear, get over it," Donna exclaimed. "Besides, those knockers of yours are the least of it. Yes, you're now a 52EEE, but don't worry... they're real. No silicone for you to worry about, isn't that nice? We can stick all sorts of pins in your chest without.