The girl plays along, her butt pushing against you as you both move to the music. You lean your head over her shoulder and see a cute girl with a roun... face, full lips and a toothy grin. You‘re instantly hit with the idea that you know her, but you don‘t know from where. “Bon soir,” you say in her ear as you assume she must be a French speaker. “Hello,” she says in a Southern twang. ‘That’s it! It’s Miley Cyrus!’ you think as this suddenly becomes more exciting.As you talk to her, you realize. Oh god it made me so horny. Then I just knelt in front of him, poured some more on his cock and sucked him off whilst he carried on mauling my titties.”“Did he cum in your mouth?”“Yes. But a lot of it dribbled out and fell onto the cushion you’re sitting on.”I froze. “I hope you cleaned it up?”“No.” She said, “How could I? The thought of you sitting on his cum is such a turn on, but I guess it’s dried out now.” Dee leant forward and unzipped my flies and pulled my achingly hard cock out. “I’ll. She was probably being watched all day and even those very personal, private trips to the Swimming Pond and the various distant seaside beaches at weekends, were probably observed.Well, be that as it may, her life was going on as planned. She wasn't going into purdah, becoming some kind of petrified hermit. Let them make their move, whenever and whichever! She would be ready for them and give them something to be sorry for! She hoped!The following few days of pre-Yuletidejollity in the City and. " My breasts?" Yes, I want to see them properly, both of them." He smiled."But, but I'm your mum..." So?" Well, I, I err...I don't know, It's just wrong." I stuttered."Says who?" He asked, his eyes fixed lustily on my exposed nipple.I covered up. He looked crest fallen, that same doe eyed expression he'd used since he was a small boy, whenever he was desperate to get his way. It was hard to resist. "Oh, come on Mum. Please, I really want to see your tits". He begged. "Why is it's wrong...Who's.