In all honesty, Sylvia would be the first to admit that her lips and mouth were the primary entryway for all things masculine because she didn’t ass...ciate such foolishness with “actual sex” in any manner whatsoever.Sylvia had used her flexible and extremely cooperative mouth to give solace to a number of male fellow students whilst still in school and she had continued her oral ministrations with countless teachers, tutors and married friends of her father and her two uncles, John and Peter.. It was when she’d been their age that she’d made the mistakes that had cost her so much of her own freedom. She’d been so young and foolish, all those years ago: getting herself thrown out of school for having sex in a school corridor, and having a bit of weed found on her as well.Then the reception job in a car dealership, which she’d landed in spite of being just seventeen with no experience, because of her looks ... screwing the handsome Irishman Pat who owned it, just because he was. She lightly brushed her fingers over my puffy pussy lips. The tickling sensation drove me mad, and I begged, ”Make me cum Julia. Make me yours tonight." She wasted no time. Burying her face in my screaming cunt, her tongue went straight for my clit. No teasing, no hesitation. She lashed out at it, swirling and flicking her tongue back and forth on it. I humped her face, wanting more. Instead, she abandoned my clit to explore my sex. Licking and sucking, she covered every spot of my pussy with. Without hesitation, Martin elected to live with Alf, his father. Alf had always been a fun-loving, gregarious individual, whom Martin adored. In the preceding years before the divorce, everyone knew that Alf fucked around. There were even rumours that Alf was not restricted to ‘normal’ sex and that he exploratorily crossed the gender line, in his rapacious sexual inclinations. Martin knew about this because many of the arguments he overheard his parents having before their bust-up, dealt with.