” My eyes widened. Tim, the kid who delivered our paper…? She had good taste, I guess; he was a handsome kid, in a swarthy kind of way. Ma...be fifteen. The thought of my own Ma giving it to the paperboy dissolved the last of my inhibitions, and I moved up behind her and laid my pipe to her in one hard thrust that took me in to the balls. She yelped and reared up like a mare surprised by a stallion. I let her hold us up and wrapped my hands around those bounteous tits, catching the. I could feel Ken slowly exploring my dick with his hand, and in return I rolled my hips, gently and slowly thrusting into his hand... I had given myself over to the situation, totaly abandoned to any feelings of guilt or wrongness, purely enjoying the lust of the situation, wanting for more...It was at this point that apparently Ken though it would be fun to ratchet it up a notch, and push the envelope.He pulled his hand from my shorts, which naturally made me look to see what was going on. . "Who lives like this? This place is grand! Who am I? Who is she? Why the security?" questioned Michelle herself. By now, she would have forgotten all the earlier questions she posed herself.The lady picked up Michelle’s confusion and asked her bluntly: "what is wrong, miss?" What do you mean?" confused Michelle responded."Your Highness, you are acting unusually strange tonight. Did something happen on your travels?" the lady asked."Your Highness?" Michelle frowned in confusion.The lady. "Oh my God." Joe wriggled his hips, his member still deep inGrandpa's practised mouth. Barry pinched Joe's nipples even more and theboy closed his eyes as he let out a gay moan. "Oh fuck! Dad! That feels sogood!" He was surprised to hear himself say the words, but the second he'dsaid them his Dad started kissing him again. Slow, passionate and deep wetkisses that consumed the whole of his mouth and the front of his face. Dadkissed like a real man. Joe was so deep in the pleasure of the moment..