My balls ached asI saw how tightly her cunt lips clung to his thickblack pole. The look of intense concentration onConnie’s face said it all. Al...hough his cock was onlyhalfway in, it was already reaching far deeper andfilling her far more than mine ever could. She began toraise herself up and down in a frenzy of activity.“Oh god…Oh godd… Oh goddd!!!”My wife’s tits swayed as the bedsprings squeaked away.Her nipples were puffy and swollen, her hair was. It was quickly getting dark.“We could make out,” she suggested.I looked at her. “Really?”“Well, why not? Unless you don’t want to.”I bolted toward the car. “Last one there loses a fishing point!”I heard Heather laugh richly behind me at my victorious arms. When I reached the car, I stood by the passenger door grinning stupidly, pulling on the locked handle impatiently as I hummed a random melody. Heather took her time with the keys, a small smile splashed across her lips. The light was fading,. Is that you Mrs. Evans?" I heard her chuckle as she replied. "Well unless you've been stealing panties from other washing lines, it has to be doesn't it?" W-w-what do you want," I stammered. "Well," she replied, "I know you're Mother and Father are at work so the first thing I want is for you to return my panties. Bring them round now!!!" "H-h-how did you know?" I asked. "Well when you bring them back, I'll show you. I don't like being kept waiting so make it snappy."I knew there wasn't much I. Since the early days of our relationship, we'd shared fantasies and whispered compliments about budding boys and girls we'd seen in public. The combination of youthful innocence and blossoming sexuality sent a tingle down my spine... and you know where that leads.After our son, Kevin was born, I was like most parents, wondering what life would hold for him, whether he'd be successful and happy... and sexual. I'd often gazed at his baby penis and imagined it 20 years hence when it would be.