I told Sean to give me a second to lock the door and went over to latch the door.When I turned to head back over to him Sean had already opened the st...le door. There was only one stale and it was rather large because it was meant to be wheelchair friendly. When I stepped in I was greeted by Sean and his raging boner pointing straight up. I knew Sean was a short kid but his cock was only about three and a half inches long erected. Remember when I said he could have passed for a 6th or 7th. ‘There’s something you need to know. Something about me you need to know. It might help explain me and maybe help us both understand what’s happening to us,’ he offered quietly. Steve felt her tense immediately. ‘Don’t be frightened, Ingrid. It isn’t something terrible. You’ll understand when I tell you,’ he said, trying to be reassuring. Ingrid raised her head from his shoulder and sat up. She looked at him as he stammered and stuttered and tried to begin. ‘After Diana died, I told you I went. ‘How you doing?’ she murmured, asking the words with her lips still in contact with him. ‘Good,’ he confessed, feeling a tinge of shame as their kiss began working its magic in other places, too. ‘Are you getting hard?’ ‘Why don’t you check?’ he asked, squirming. ‘That’s not our deal,’ she said. ‘Just kissing, remember?’ ‘We should stop,’ he murmured, staying in constant contact with her mouth. ‘No,’ she said, putting a hand behind his head and keeping him locked in their kiss. Her petite hand. To be totally honest with you guys i have fantasised many times at the thought of my mum/sister being fucked and used by guys, usually i fantasise about them being fucked/used by white/black guys. Anyway, let me tell you guys about my mum (Aisha),well both my mother and father were born and bred in the uk, so they are both fluent with english, and are both pretty modern. My mother with her 34D rack (check her underwear pics) at the age of 37 is never short of male attention, rather i'd say she.