He grew and grew and thickened and heated up until I was sucking on the most beautiful mature erection. I lost myself in cock lust.“Are you ready?�... He said.I pulled off him. “Deep throat?” I asked.“Yes. very inch of it.”I breathed calmly and began working my way down. As preciously I patted his bottom and he gripped me and helped me complete the mission. I withdrew dribbling and blushing. “Lie on the floor on your back.” He demanded. I did as I was told.“Head back, open up.”He knelt above me. ..because that tells us a lot.”“What does it tell us?” the mother asked.“Well, he didn’t back away and he even touched it and that tells me that your son is a cocksuc---is a boy who will do more at some point. The question is whether or not he will do it in a safe place and with a safe and decent man.”“Just from that you’re sure he’ll do more?”“Yes my daughter. But, if you want more evidence, there’s more we can do.”“Like what?”Fontane stood and pulled out his erection and put it through the. The other rider slipped up beside him and glanced over also; this rider was a woman and it seemed and her mouth dropped open also and then turned to a wicked grin when she saw my hard cock sticking up in Jamie’s hand.I sped up just a bit and moved beyond the bikers, she looked over the back seat at them behind us and could see them motioning back and forth about sucking cock and about tits. Jamie grinned and looked at me with velvet wet eyes and whispered."You are such a tease," then leaned. When I led Grace out on the floor ... the misogynists laughed ... and trapped flies. It helped that she bounced out of her bodice a couple three times.“Grace,” I whispered in her shell like ear, “When did you get boobs?”“Two weeks ago, when you asked me,” she grinned. “Lansing has a great plastic surgeon.”“Never tell me your ass is plastic, too.” I said ... that would be a travesty.Grace kept dancing.“Well?”“Well, what?”“Is it or not?”“What?”“Plastic.”She kept dancing.Back at our assigned.