She stood up and gazed at my face. Although her face was impassive, it was completely filled with lust. I placed my hands on her cheek and took hold o... her face. She was innocently looking at me. I gently pulled her face towards mine and then finally I planted my lips on her lips. As our lips met I wrapped my hands around her creamy white back and pressed her hard against my body. Her pumping breasts sandwiched between our heaving bodies as we passionately kissed. I slowly parted off from her. When Scrappy’s whines finally reached my ears, I saw him pacing back and forth on the corner. By the look on his face, I could see that he knew something was terribly, terribly wrong. ‘She’s gone boy,’ I choked through my sobs. A small crowd of people had begun to gather around us expressing their shock and sympathies, the couple that I had rushed past earlier among them. ‘Tough luck son,’ the old man said. Placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, he tried to comfort me. ‘But sometimes, miracles. Mother let out a cry, partly at the sight of her son’s French knickers and partly due to the fact that Sophie now had her hand inside Mother’s panties and was exploring her wet quim with her fingers.“Do you want me to show you more, Mrs Taylor?” asked Nanny.“Yes,” managed to croak Mother.Nanny slid a hand inside the Maid’s black French knickers and started wanking the stiffie. Then she pulled the knickers down to let the teenager’s huge boner be seen. It was nicely framed by the Maid’s black. Aunt Sheen wiped the spit from her lips with the back of her hand before asking, "What's wrong, sweety? I thought you loved having your cock sucked?" I want to fuck your ass, aunty." I said simply."What?! No! We've talked about this, sweety. I don't think I can bear your huge cock in my virgin asshole." Aunt Sheen said in a desperate tone.I was adamant about it and said, "Come on, aunty. You know I'll never hurt you more than you can bear, right? Please let me do it? You know how crazy I am for.