He was a delicately good looking guy, around five foot nine I think, smooth faced, always smartly dressed with a sense of style that was more evolved ...han the usual image seen in the village.My rehearsed plan and certainty fell apart quickly. The "Hi" I whispered under my frightened breath was barely audible. His clear and self possessed "Hello" in return only added to my troubles. I had totally lost control of the situation before it had even developed.The exact details of the next few moments. You reach up and tear my panties off, throwing them behind you, on the hood. Your mouth and teeth are still teasing my nipple as one of your hands stroke the folds of my pussy, opening it, feeling how hot and wet youve made me. My knees start to bend down and my breast is removed from your mouth and now exposed and getting wet in the rain. Your hands move to my waist to steady me and I reach down and grab your stiff cock and guide you into my pussy. Balancing my feet on the bumper and using. Who knows what sort of pictures they've got of their mum.I opened the door to the first room and looked around the walls. There was a framed black and white photo above the study desk. I strode over to take a closer look. There was Mrs Maddison face on to the camera, smiling, her face streaked in cum and dripping from her lips. She looked radiant and happy. On either side of her were two large wet penises hanging down from the torsos standing just behind her. They were still thick and half. "I'm just going to go home and rest." Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then?"Frank didn't answer beyond a slight wave of his hand as he headed towards the door.By the time he got home, he was feeling cramps in different parts of his body. What was worse, he was beginning to feel a little confused."Maybe I just need a good night's sleep," he mumbled, stumbling over to the couch.He flicked on the TV, and that was about the last thing he remembered that day.The following morning, he woke up with the.