.. much less standing naked in their kitchen."Patty, you're even more beautiful than I had ever imagined."I stiffened a little, passionate but unsure,...as he cupped my full breasts in his hands; massaging my soft flesh; watching my nipples harden as he flicked his thumbs over them. Then passion began to win out as he began rolling my nipples between his thumb and fingers while gently pulling out at the same time. It was like he knew just what turned me on as he bent down to suck and lick my hard. I'd get pushed around, get my stuff hidden things like that. There was one lad in particular in my class called Peter who used to bully me with his friend Stephen ( I can remember their names very easily after all these years). He was a sort of tough boy of the class I suppose you would say looking back. Steven was his friend that was always with him. I suppose you could say bullying was quite common then, and you just had to put up with it really, it was their way of showing they were becoming. It's my... it's the inside of my thighs!" she finally blurted out."Oh," I heard my son sigh."Oh. How?" Belinda asked."What do you mean, how?" How do you want to be touched there?" Well, it's different, no, not different, almost all the time I love a light touch of your father's fingers just trailing their way up to..." she abruptly stopped, knowing that she was going to have to be a little too intimate."To?" Belinda wouldn't let it go."You know." No I don't. If I knew I wouldn't have to ask,. I...”I smiled at her, but didn’t say a word.“Y-you’re ... not finished with me ... are you?”“Nope.”I counted to ten and slammed my rock hard fuck-stick into her gaping asshole.“Holy SHIT!” she gasped.“Now comes the good part,” I whispered to her as my dick skidded into the very depths of her rectum.“Naughhh!”“Yeah!” I countered, gripping her hips, I slowly pulled back and then rammed in deep again. “Keep those hands over your mouth, baby. I don’t plan to let up for a second and we don’t want.