OK, Mum. Love to Dad. 'Bye." Which wires got crossed?" asked Bea flatly."None," replied Jenny falling to her knees in front of her. "I lied to you." W...y?" D-d'you mind if I get myself a drink? Do you want one?" Hmm, Dutch courage. No thanks."Jenny clambered to her feet and went to pour herself a glass of wine from which she took a healthy pull and then topped it up. She went back and sat at Bea's feet again."Well?" asked Bea as coldly as before."I-I went to Christopher's." I thought you might.. And his cock didnt get soft so I turned back around and said please fuck this whores ass. Guess I cant refuse a whore thats asking to get fucked in the ass and he slammed himself balls deep in my ass. God had I suck so low that I would ask someone to fuck my whore ass and love saying it. As I was moaning and telling him to fuck me harder I knew the answer.When he finally emptied the second time and I cleaned him up of my ass and his cum. As he left he asked if him and some of his friends could. After guiding Timothy through the procedure, Errol exited the bathroom so that Timothy could complete the task.When Timothy joined Errol in the bedroom, he was nervously excited.Still assuming the mantle of the instructor, Errol now explained that spit was the only lube he used.“Spit and your natural arse juices are far better than bought lubrication, which diminishes the sensation of anal sex. Of course, entry is slower and less comfortable, but once you get going, the reward is worthwhile,”. I’m not too sure how to describe her. What I can say is that I had better legs but when it came to the bosom department she had me and many others beaten, hands down. They were massive. Even at school when I and the rest of the girls were in training bras she was wearing adult ones. It wouldn’t be a lie to say I was always a little jealous.For some reason, they always fascinated me. Before you start thinking I’m some sort of lesbian, I’m not. I loved Harry; I enjoyed making love with him. Even.