I am almost certain I know the purveyor of such wondrous oral abilities."I knew Bones would not tell me who it was except in his own sense of proper t...ming."Poor Wadshot," mock-sympathized Bones. He could see my internal fight to ask. "Perhaps the young lady will be willing to also be enjoyed in your special way."As I mentioned in earlier chronicles, I had many experiences penetrating the delightful asses of many ladies. This was the special way that Bones referred to. While my cock was only. My half hard cock instantly inflated. Her libido sparked as well. I could smell her arousal over the smoke and liquor and musty age of our surroundings. It became too much for her. She pulled her lips from mine and untangled her fingers."Wait, wait, wait," she said, panting, lifting her hand, giving the universal sign for stop. Her bleary, intoxicated eyes glanced away and back into mine. She looked serious. We stared some more. She gingerly stroked my face. She smiled. "Joe, you're quite a. Stephanie felt an anxious sensation taking hold of her crotch as a result of the finger-administered teasing of her nipples by her son, and the sensation had forced her to close her legs, taking her son's hips in a vice-like grip. She hadn't had a man between her thighs for a long time, much less a 15-year-old. And this particular 15-year-old that she had locked between her thighs was her own son.She looked down at the boy, licking her lips, watching him use nothing but the tips of his index. ‘Matt?’ ‘Yes, Janie.’ ‘You know most of our friends are going to be in town in a couple of weeks?’ ‘Yes?’ I didn’t know what Janie was after. ‘Some of us have decided to make it an event. You know that Mr. Thomas has that clearing in the woods?’ ‘Yes. We used to go there on our bicycles when we were kids. It was a long haul uphill and a trek through the trees. I loved it. Why?’ ‘We are going to camp there for a couple of days.’ ‘We are?’ ‘Yes. We, and all our friends.’ ‘But you can’t get to it.