.. I want to see your face."Rachael granted his wish, flipping on to her back; she spread her legs and outer lips beckoning him. Phillip could not res...st her alluring enchantment."Uhmm, are you ready?" Yeah, I am plus Teresa lubed me up good before you got here, as a precaution." Okay." Don't worry, you are doing good." Grabbing his penis, she smiled when she pulled it and he followed. The tip felt nice when it touched her outer lips, smiling wider as she rubbed it around. "I am rubbing you. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I swallowed and didn’t know what to say.My mother threw her blouse on the floor, now showing me her beautiful breasts in all their glory. “Come on,” she said sighing, “touch them. Lick them.”I couldn’t control myself any longer and threw myself onto my mother’s tits. I kneaded them with my hands and sucked on the nipples, which soon were fully erect. “You did this too when you were a baby,” my mother moaned, “and thankfully you haven’t forgotten how to do it.”After I’d. I was prepared to find the Chalmers Street launderette bulldozed into something new and unrecognisable, but it was still there, and the same old facade in yellow-grey London brick carried great emotional force.For this was where it had all started when I was a sulky sixteen, quarrelling with my father every weekend, and allowed to sit in that warm, steamy launderette, if I would help the manageress to tidy-up at closing. God knows she wasn't a beauty, all double chins and missing teeth, but she. The lube helped. I shivered. It wasn't hurting much at all now. He was all the way in, and began moving, rocking, in and out. I was being fucked. By a man.I resigned myself to it. It was a sensation like nothing I'd experienced before, not really that unpleasant once I adjusted to what was happening. Shame and guilt washed over me. That was the worst part. I no longer felt manly; I felt like a woman being ****d. I hated it!And yet, my own cock was starting to betray me by getting harder and.