My earliest memory's of my love and turn on of the male ass was when I was in my late teens and living at home with my older step brother, who was muc... older then me and very attractive and masculine to me . He had left his well worn tighty whiteys on the bathroom floor after taking a shower and I found the little white nest of scent filled man smells just laying under the bathroom vanity and could not resist the desire to pick them up and hold the well worn crotch to my nose and deeply inhale. We met at a club and ended up in a cab heading back to my hotel at around 3am.This chick was super petite, like 5'1" and prob not even 100lbs. She was wearing a hot little skirt and tight top. Her tits were nice little perky B's. We were fooling around pretty heavy in the cab and she was rubbing my cock through my pants and i had my hand up her skirt feeling her wet bald little pussy. We basically sprinted through the hotel to get to the elevators and up to the room.When we got in the room we. I was partly successful.I was late for dinner, quite late. It was almost dark when I got home and Dad admonished me as soon as I came in the door.“Where have you been?” Then, not waiting for an answer, “You said you’d do your mother’s hair for her today.”“Sorry Dad,” I said. “I went for a drive and lost track of time. Is Mom mad?”“No. She went to warm up your dinner when she heard you pull in. She’s never mad at you, you know that.”I went into the kitchen. Mom was standing in front of the. Furthermore she had had it done to her, usually by blokes who reckoned that a bit of licking pussy earned them a full blowjob complete with swallow. More pertinently it wasn't that long since Sue had been on the receiving end of Trixie's clever tongue and that memory was still fresh. If she just did to Trixie what she liked being done to her she couldn't go too far wrong. Tentatively she kissed the shaven mount of Trixie's mons, just brushing her lips against the skin, before adding a little.