As Connie made a meal of Barbara's sweet honeypot, Barbara, in turn, toyed with her tits and encouraged her by pinching and pulling and rolling her ni...ples between her fingers.Connie reached between her legs to finger her own dripping pussy, rubbing her clit furiously and shoving two fingers deep into her warm wet tunnel. Barbara weakly opened her lust-clouded eyes and was stunned to see her son sitting in a chair part way across the room watching her and Connie as they played. She saw him. Of course as a girl myself, we knew this from day one, we are horny buggers and love a good rodgering, and giving a good blow-job, it's society that tries to make us what we are not.In boarding school, we cut favors with staff, in return for illicit sex, partly for freedoms, but more for our own satisfaction, I was a horny teen and gave it away for the feeling of having one inside.Getting out at weekends, usually meant joining a queue, to give the gate-man a blow-job, he never ejaculated, he. If we hit it off he would go upstairs to dress as Jenny then send me an SMS to come up. If we didn’t hit it off in the bar we’d walk away with a handshake. I spent the next three days fretting about what was going to happen. This was the first date I’d been on since I met my ex-wife fifteen years ago and it was hardly your typical date! The day came and I dressed casually in jeans, suede desert boots and a plain shirt. I drove to the hotel and parked in the car park taking fifteen minutes to. I plugged into the amp and started playing "Hit me With Your Best Shot". I saw a smirk cross Emma's lips as I played the opening rift. She moved closer to the stage, looking up at me, watching me, listening. When I got to the verse she sang along. I smiled and nodded, it became a song we were playing together. She sang and I played. After the verse was over she climbed up on stage and moved next to me to dance, her hips bumping against me. Then she began to wail the song as I hit the chorus.