“Wet me, lick me, spit on my ass and pussy or anything else you want to do because all that you see belongs to you.First, I licked from her clit, do...n through her pussy and up across her ass. I spit on her asshole and used two fingers to spread it around.I pushed one finger against her sphincter and she pushed back until the finger slipped into her shit hold. She moaned softly, ’MORE, I need more. Please fuck my holes Baby.”I moved up behind her, aligned the dildo and my cock and pushed. "Yes I do it's on the third floor at the back. The rent is 20 shillingsa week, it's pay in advance and there's no cooking in the room to bedone," Mrs Mackie explained checking through the post letters she'dpicked up from the floor."I'll take a look at it if I may," Peters asked."I'll send the girl up with you then as the doctor says I've got tospare myself as much as I can," explained Mrs Mackie putting all theletters on the hall table."Beth!" she shouted twice and then when there was no reply. That did nothing for the burning in my asshole, the aching need for something to fill the space. After I spent a minute or so cleaning what little sperm escaped my mouth off of his cock, I felt him shove a couple of twenties into the waistband of my thong."Buuut... it's time for the main course. I'm going to fuck you right here." He made me turn around and sit on his lap. Before I sat down, he reached around and pulled my thong to the side so that my cock and balls could flop out. I sat slowly,. They were an older couple who had never had any children and they were quite happy to have a surrogate son staying with them. They treated me very well. Mrs. Foster was happy to cook and clean for the family every day while Mr. Foster, now retired, sat around reading his newspaper and smoking his pipe. I sat all day long on the sofa devouring novels I had brought over from Europe. We made quite the old-fashioned family in many ways, but I knew it couldn’t last forever. Today was Christmas day..