John was my re-entry into the male word. And he was every bit up to the task.It was the moment and it wouldn’t wait any longer. John would enter m... now and I would give myself to him, offer myself for his use, his consumption, and he would fill me and engulf me with his size. I wanted him to push it in and force it as far back as there was to go. He spread my legs with his hands and reached under me, lifting me slightly and pulling me closer. I was open and vulnerable. He took his cock in. "Once you kind of get it up, pull back everything andthen let's hope it does the trick."He stepped into the thong, pulling himself back and then stretched it upacross his hips."Ok?" said Hunter nervously, looking down at himself in the littleundergarment. "Now what?" Now you stand there and shut up," teased his mother, bending down,tapping his leg.On and off now went a bottom as she pulled it up tight before trying thenext and then another, as each time she tugged and twisted each bottom."So. "Cynthia and I are off -- Ah -- to catch the next performance of "Rebel without a cause" at the Rialto in Lord Street, see you later." I'll meet you at the station at ten for the last train." Cynthia said to Brenda, and with that farewell she and Tony climbed into a waiting tram car, which soon set off on the mile long journey back along the pier to Southport's main street.Brenda stared after the fast disappearing tram. "Bloody great -- Cynthia always does this to me. She picks up the best. She draped herself with white sari coated with golden silk patches and maroon border. She had her navel bust open and though her tit was normal sized it looked like a Busty Boobs in that tight bra. Blouse which let her cleavage highly exposed with only her nipples covered.She was constantly looking at me with a naughty vulgar smile with her sharp dark eyes.After the training class the faculty came and introduced him and spoke to me. He said he won’t be able to hang out with me today as he had.