Dave began slowly fucking my throat as I pulled him deep into me with every thrust. I pushed him from me for a moment as I told him "fuck my throat fa...ter and harder until I stop you." With that he slid deep back inside me, slowly picking up pace until I could feel his cock slamming down my throat and his sack slapping my nose, loving it all without any desire to stop him or slow him down!As much as I was enjoying having my throat fucked, I began to crave Dave's cock in my arse! I pushed him. So under his mother’s view, his place was sitting inside and reading the books that his mother’s father had given them before he died. But his father was of the opinion that that was no place for a young lad to spend his days, so it was off to the town square to kick a ball around with the other children or peek at girls changing, or steal his mother’s women friends undergarments from clotheslines. Wait a moment though, his mother would say. Playing in the dirt was no place for an upstanding. ..his fingers eased under the legband of the panties. She knew how much he loved that feel...the wetness...the warmth...to him it was intoxicating.... and on this day, she could tell she was deliciously wet. His fingers slipped through the soft silky curls... rubbing ... teasing...finding their way to her wonderful "little magic button." As he touched it, she froze... then let out a soft, low moan.What must the person on the other end of the phone be thinking? She now had the phone resting. 'She broke off, watching him squeezing his legs together and pressing down on his cock with the back of his arms in a discreet attempt to suppress his erection.'Oh, dammit!' she went on, pleased with the effect she was having on her cousin, 'I can't touch them these days without milk squirting out. Er, do you mind... ?'She felt behind her and a moment later the strapless bra slipped off her, revealing her swollen breasts, both leaking milk down her chest and dripping into the water. She looked.