At almost sixteen she showed little desire to socialize with her parents, much preferring to talk for endless hours on the phone with her friends, but...at least she didn't show us the kind of hostility that many teenagers exhibit.I had just about decided to go upstairs and shower when the doorbell rang. Since David was in the back yard and Janine wouldn't hear if Big Ben went off next to the house, I had to get up and answer it.Opening the door revealed a boy about Janine's age, with sandy brown. It would be the surprise of his lifetime. I felt a sinister and horny pleasure at that thought.The guy came over and we talked a little in the kitchen. I decided to be transparent about the whole thing and told him about the whole cuckolding-situation. The guy wanted to see a picture of my husband and when I showed him, shrugged and started kissing me. He grabbed my dick through my pants after a few seconds and we went upstairs.It was really weird. He tasted so differently, kissed so. As she sat crouched and panting on the table, I brought myself into a standing position beside the table and dragged her on all fours back to me. Starting with her labia, I licked it as she arched her back and pressed into my tongue. Gently tonguing her, she involuntarily flinched and for that brief instant, tried to pull away. I began coating her ass with her juices making it wet and slick, with my mind returning focus to the pleasure at hand, I pushed my tongue harder into her while she. A lot of the story is true, although some of it is fiction to make the story more interesting.I grew up on a council estate and in the eighties it was a great place to spend my adolescent years, loads of decent families with loads of other kids to knock around with. Not like it is nowadays with most council estates being rife with crime and drugs. I knocked around with my best mate, let’s call him Jim, my brother let’s call him Lee and my next door neighbor let’s call him Paul. There were many.