Peter walked across the carpet worn to the color of dust. On the other side of the living room, there was a small dining room. A crystal chandelier hu...g over a large antique table surrounded by six straight-backed chairs. Peter trailed a line in the dust on the table as he passed. He smelled cooking coming from the kitchen at the back of the house and thought he heard someone moving around back there, the sounds of pots and pans, forks and knives.Peter stepped into the kitchen. He could feel. She scolded herself again when the thought passed through her mind that he had a one bar heater in case electricity went again.She finally got up and went to her own room. She locked the room from inside and then rubbed the place where his penis had pressed, as if to get rid of the feelings left behind. The sensation of that warm thing just wouldn't rub off.Nitin breathed a sigh of relief when his mother left. He was lucky he didn't get caught. He did wonder, though, what his mother must have. You're poison ivy.'He was kneeling before him now and about to suck his cock. 'Tell me what I am while I gobble your dick.''Suck my knob, you depraved slag.'But it did not excite her.It was exciting him and she felt that he was going to cum. It was strictly cum once, as quickly as she could bring them off and get rid of them. But she kept sucking and in a few moments his spunk was spurting into her mouth. She withdrew her mouth from his cock and gobbed the cum out onto the concrete.She felt. “I might as well try it”“What, your mum gave you a vibrator”“Yes, she left it beside my bed, but I’m not sure she thought I would be using it like this”“OK then, if you’ve got a toy, I don’t see why I shouldn’t too” she said, and got up off the chair and went in to the bedroom, returning with what looked like a plastic cock. “I have my own toy for when I get horny, and want to use something different to my fingers in my cunt. But you can borrow it if you like, when it’s nice and wet from my.