She said she liked the sound of that, but returned quickly to the wedding photos. I stood and went to the dresser to pour myself another glass of cham...agne, from a bottle of the real thing I had decided to treat myself to, and looked at her from across the room, in profile as she leaned over the back of the recliner. The slit of her gown opened to show the front of her legs. I saw the muslin fabric d****d over her ass and filling the line that separated her cheeks. Her hips swayed slowly back. She too went to the washroom to change and came out in a white camisole n black mini skirt, this outfit just blew away my mind totally. She just enquired if I am ready to which I nodded a yes and she started my dripping oil on my back and started massaging it. A ticklish feeling went to all my nerves and my cock started to get a hard-on. After 2-3 mins of massaging she started the conversation.A: what is your name sir?Me: I am manan and don’t call me sir, I don’t like formal salutations dear.A:. " he grinned, "Never mind. Let's start by telling you that the S.S. warned us that you were a problem child."I sighed as I awaited the usual lecture about 'behaviour' and 'manners', Mrs. Wilson handed me a coke, gave her husband a glass of what looked like scotch and sat down on the couch with a glass of clear liquid in her hands."Which was why we agreed to take you." Mrs. Wilson smiled over at me."Huh?" I responded brilliantly."It's like this," Mr. Wilson laughed, "I know that you've probably. I was too horny by now to analyze the situation of an unknown teen aged college boy asking me to let him come to my side; for the obvious sex play and him exploding in my eager mouth to start with at least.Not thinking twice, I reached to unlock my door and like a bolt of electricity; he was in with me dragging his torn faded jeans at his ankles and as he locked the door at his back; I quickly took my position on my knees once again and he stabbed his cock right back inside my throat. I was.