Instead she listened to his tales of how he fared, or didn't fare against his arch rival, "Wicked Willie", and grateful he was becoming a man on his o...n terms.For Simon, there was never any solace in keeping his secret from his mother. It wasn't something he wanted to do and wished it were otherwise. Surely if he told her the truth about what he was really doing after school, she would be angry. Perhaps long ago she might have forgiven him but now, that time had passed. He could no longer. I sit still, daring myself not to move and he moves in front of me, 'You fucking slut', he says to me, 'you want my cum, dont you', he screams, his cock right in my face, I can smell it and see traces of unwashed semen, the smell is powerful and nauseating, he pushes it into my face and wipes across my moistened lips, 'Suck it you dirty cunt', he shouts again and his taste is bitter as he pushes deeply into my mouth.I suck him deep to keep the taste from my tongue, he holds my head as he mouth. .. I’m guessing 36DD with big nipples. As for her hubby, I’m guessing he’s in his late twenties and stands around 6’ tall. He’s a decent-looking guy with dark hair and a slender physique. His cock is big, but not quite as long as mine. Within a few minutes the young wife returned with a bunch of wet and dry towels, and we thanked her. Vicki, Ginny, and I each grabbed one of each and cleaned up the best we could, and then we got dressed. That’s when the guy’s wife said to us, “We have a sexy. ‘Oh…hey,’ I said, hesitantly. ‘That was a good night, yeah?’ ‘The night’s not over yet,’ Sophie replied, her green eyes sparkling with a hint of humour in them. I grinned uncertainly and focused on something in the background. God, she made me lust for her. I thought back to the childhood I had shared with her. Best friends in primary school, running through the schoolyard and fighting imaginary bullies, thinking up nasty ways for them to die. Later on in our years we grew up and usually spent.