She stopped resisting now. She was wearing underskirt, and now I was massaging her heavy whitish thighs and inner thighs. She tried not to moan. My fi...gers slowly moved upwards. She said no I pretended not to understand, and continued. My fingers got in touch with her love hole. I rubbed her triangle. I pulled her closer. She was standing with tight thighs, I was now feeling her pubic hair, very thick and curled hair there and played with her pubic hair, then down below, my face on shoulder and. I don’t think I have ever had a bloke shoot such a load before, true some of it was mine. I had almost forgotten I was still sitting in a glory hole and I was totally taken back when another cock appeared through the glory hole. I lent forward and took it gently in my hand and slowly started to rub it, I lent further forward and gently took it into my mouth and started to suck it. I had another absolutely lovely masculine salty tasting cock in my mouth, I was on my knees sucking as if my life. " "No, I haven't. And before this day, I never even thought to." She smiled, "You are going to be a challenge. I wish I were your mama. It is one thing to help usher a young girl through to womanhood, but one your age? Instead of a saga, we would have a stage production worthy of Broadway." "I don't feel ready to go before large audiences." "And wit, too! Oh, I must have you! There would be no delayed gratification with you." "Let me guess. Miss MacDonald, you are big in charities?" "Yes; one. ” “I'll bet!” – she laughed. Then, still stroking her thighs invitingly, she added - “Hmm, I think I'd like to see that, Bart.”I felt heat rush to my face and blood to my groin. “I'll bet you would, Trisha.” I glanced over at her and she was staring at my crotch, smiling at the bulge she'd raised in my jeans. “I really would like to see your wood, Bart.” Her girlish voice d****d a lace-thin veneer of innocence over the womanly desire burning in her eyes. “And I would love to get a better look.