Peter?" Said Debbie."Well, when I'm dressed, you can call me Marilyn, for a start." Yes, of course Marilyn, we will always call you Marilyn when you a...edressed." Replied Debbie."Then, this is what we will do." He went on, "we will go into the houseand try to act as naturally as possible. I will just stand there smilingand saying nothing. Assuming that mum and Dad don't recognise me underall of this makeup, you will tell them that I am a girl friend who hasbeen to a fancy dress party, met them. Wendy smiled, telling them to come inside they shouldn't be doing that outside where their parents might see. Wendy knew both of their parents from around the corner and had known that they came around while her husband was away to spy on her. Wendy really fancied one of them, she can remember flashing him at some time. No wonder they spied on her with all the encouragement she gave.Her boyfriends asked if they should take care of them. Wendy said, of course not that was her job. They know how. “I … I, I need a shower,” he stammered.“Alright Eamon, mood passed,” said Melanie in a resigned tone. “You’re not doing much for my self-esteem, are you? I’ve half a mind to go back outside. I know there are at least two neighbours enjoying the view. Anyway, grab your shower and I’ll set the table once I’ve dressed.”As she walked up the stairs Melanie could hardly contain her glee. When she got to the bedroom she punched the air with a silent shout of “Yeesss!”“You daren’t risk getting it out,. "Look up here. Look at me," Steve barked. I looked up at him, his dick buried in my mouth. "You want to taste my load. You want me to feed you some breakfast?" Yes sir. Cum for me. I want you to cum in my mouth," I begged. I did. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on. I wanted him to shoot his load and let me suck it down."Stick your tongue out and open wide boy," Steve commended.I sat back on my legs and opened my mouth as wide as possible, sticking my tongue out in anticipation of his.