She was in a short leather jacket, long boots and a skirt, because of the poor light I couldn't make out too many details. I realised that she was ner...ous. Was I just another hater going to do her harm? So I had to do something to allay her fears, so I introduced myself, "I'm Ian.'' She replied, ''And I'm DeeAnne," holding out her hand. I took it and kissed her cheek. She asked if I was really ok with it, I said yes, and took my phone out and showed her a few pictures of me, naked and also. The bra cups were hardly any bigger and as she bent forward and I felt her fingers closing around my still rising cock I saw that like it, her nipples were already stiffening, their tips poking out through the material. But although her breasts were exciting, and especially because of the angle I was seeing her from, her sex was the real focus of my attention and I found myself staring at that irresistible mound. In my mind I stripped away the flimsy covering and pictured the blonde-haired. It had been almost a year since he had met Sheila . She did anything & everything he said. She had no gag reflex , she had the sexiest walk from all the anal she received . Max always collared& leashed Sheila & even buttplugged her for days on end . He had fisted her pussy & shithole many times. He loved her pussy & she had even been a weekend sexslave to younger women in their 20s.Sheila was developing into quite the pro at pussy-licking He introduced Sage to Sheila and had them. Fifteen minutes later and only wearing his baggy shorts he sauntered into the kitchen where the family was having breakfast, as if nothing had happened. I felt it best to say nothing; as my husband Jim might not have seen the funny side of me seeing a teenager wanking into a pair of my knickers. By the time the kids were ready for school Lewis had pulled on a vest and Sweatshirt to cover his muscle-bound torso and went with Jim to do some labouring on a site where Jim was building a factory on..