Our host came over as I raised up on my knees and grasp my head in his hands and commanded 'suck this dick if you want, I don't care if you fuck them ...ll.' I looked up confused and pleadingly as he took hold of my head and guided my face to his throbbing cock. I was too weak to resist and parted my lips to accept his thick cock head and shaft in to my oral orifice. he fucked my face till he exploded and flooded my mouth with his substance. As I fell back he looked at me and said, 'when the. Each poem now was just another step in the seduction as her words slipped past my waistband and curled around my cock. There were no MILFs in those days, happily no AIDS as Anne’s words slid over my body more sensuously than any tongue. Leaning back on the desk, my underwear now at my ankles I watched as her words opened, sucked me in and moved up and down my shaft, her rhyme tickling the head of my cock in small, fluttering rhythms. She stood up as her bra slipped away and I lost myself in the. I could have cried. When I went to the bathroom for a rare toilet break,I caught site of myself in the mirror. My pretty dress was a mess, myhair looked like a bird had been nesting in it and to cap it all, mymakeup was badly smudged and my stockings had several ladders in them.I desperately wanted to change, but in a fit of nastiness, Jane hadlocked the bedroom door and had the only key. She told me that as shenever had time to change at Christmas and she didn't see why I should.The evening. As I neared, themuffled sounds became clearer. Groans and moans emanated from the bedinstead of words. The door was partly open and I stood to get a betterlook into the bedroom. The sight was magnificent. My mother and Bernielay totally naked in a 69 position, he enjoying her cunt and asshole withhis tongue, she, with her mouth engorged with Bernie's huge 10 inch cock.They continued this way for what seemed a long time. Then I heard Berniemumble something after which the springs creaked and my.