. no one could ever know. They must neverspeak of it. He would need to make sure that she never told a soul, noteven in one of her drunken soirees.W...lter's thoughts became darker and dangerous. He was going to fuck hismother, make her scream for not letting him do what she knew he wanteddesperately to do, make her regret teasing him and then taking away theprize he desired, longed for, deserved! He'd sniffed it, he'd tasted it,but only when he stole her dirty panties of course; he'd even. I grabbed a front door key and walked across. I had no clear idea of what I was going to say but would play it by ear. To my annoyance there was no reply. I stood for a moment wondering what he was up to. Did he have a woman in there? Was he up to no good while Carol was at work? I peered through the letter box. All was still and all was silence. I went back inside my own house. Where was he? What was he up to? Mike was a driving Instructor so there must be parts of the day which he had free. I. Mostly though, and mainly because Anya loves watching me ejaculate, she uses her hand (sometimes squatting with her pussy or ass pressed squarely on my mouth) and gets me off that way. I’m happy with that, for the most part, and sometimes I can quite cheerfully forego the pleasure of intercourse because she is so fucking skilled at what she does for me… Anyway… To bring this story around to the actual point, my interest (my desire) for pee play didn’t seem like something that would ever. But who could count the fierce, unnumbered kisses given and taken? In which I could often discover their mouths were double tongued, and seemed to favour the mutual insertion with the greatest gust and delight.In the meantime, his red-headed champion, that had so lately fled the pit, quelled and abashed, was now recovered to the top of his condition, perked and crested up between Polly’s thighs, who was not wanting, on her part, to coax and keep it in good humour, stroking it, with her head.