As his cock began to subside, John caressed Caroline’s head fondly. “That was great,” he said hoarsely.“Why don’t I get you hard again, so y...u can put this bad boy up my slit?” asked Caroline rhetorically. She swallowed the last of his cum and leaned back in towards John’s flaccid penis. Now she began to lick his upper thighs and balls. For about fifteen minutes his cock stayed soft, but blood began to fill and firm it as she positioned herself lower. Now licking the rim of his asshole, she was. His hand slid up onto her back again as if to preempt her standing up, so she just stayed still and stared at the wall with her wide blue eyes.Ryan's tongue was warm and wet and she felt it probing her ass in tight circles for a few minutes before he started to apply more pressure, and despite her tensing up he managed to push inside about a half inch, making her protest again, which he ignored. He pushed more and slid inside more, alternating between relaxing his tongue and feeling her tight. “Can I watch?” he asked. Pam was extremely excited. It was pretty much what she had planned. “That’s what I was hoping for,” she then started to rise from the chair. She went over to her dresser and pulled open the top drawer. She motioned for her son to come over. “What should I wear?” she asked. Inside the drawer were an obscene number of various stockings, bras, and sexy lingerie. In all honesty, this was not the first time Steve had been in this drawer. Through typical boyhood fantasy, he. Beneath the warmth of both the water and our coupling I was blissful and joyous. Never once did I feel like a boy in his arms. The reality of a boy being hugged and kissed in the shower by a mature man is perhaps a purely homosexual act. I saw this all from a feminine perspective. Whether I was in denial or that I just believed myself to be his girl was all that mattered to me.I was so moved I found myself going to my knees. I washed his cock and tasted him getting him hard again. Daddy was.