She could have gotten her outfit from my bag. She wore a tee shirt and jeans. Well she did have to wear a bra. She was much better endowed than me. Wh...re I wore military style boots or running shoes, she wore leather slip ons. Her clothes fit really well, which led me to believe she came from money. She was also too well spoken to be a gopher for a rock promoter."So how did you land the job working for the promoter," I asked."Family connections," she answered. "My mom knows a lot of people, she. "You are one lucky girlaren't you Jessica," he said. "But why have you got this thing coveringyour cock?" he had to know."Yes I know I'm lucky," fortunately my answer about the gaff satisfied themwithout any impolite remarks to a "girl." Have you got Boobs already?" Andrew asked as his hands started caressingup over my blouse. Without even asking now he began undoing the buttons."We must have a look at them also," he said."No I don't have Boobs yet. I'm wearing Denise's breast forms," I. Tell me what else can I do, I want to get more, is it cum daddy?”He ran his fingers through my hair and explained, “No honey, its called pre-cum. It’s what makes a man’s dick slippery so it can slide inside a woman’s vagina.”I gave him a surprised look. “I see, can we try that too? I want to feel you sliding that slippery cock into my pussy. Please.”“When you are ready daddy plans to show you how, because baby I cannot wait to fuck you.” “Hot-damn, when can we fuck?”“Soon baby, now suck my. She thought of telling Henry to fetch some Vaseline from the bathroom, but she decided it wasn't necessary. His cock was dripping with pussy juice, after all, and besides, she was too horny to wait. Henry gasped in shock as he watched his horny mother stretch her ass cheeks open with her fingers, shamelessly displaying her pink, puckered shit opening to her very own son. "Have you ever heard about asshole fucking, son?" Margaret panted. "Yes." "I'll bet you have, honey. .