It wasnt until Thursday, the night before the last day of term, that Derek and I actually talked to eachother properly. He came over to my house asked...if I was coming out, obviously I was curious as to why hes suddenly decided to talk to me so I grabbed my coat and went out with him. For hours we wandered about the park and the swimming pool, talking about what wed done and how we felt about eachother. It turns out that although hed been with other guys since me, he had never actually felt the. For training he would always wear the tiny speedo trunks which were really tight and would show off his big bulge of a cock which was about 8 to 9 inches long. He always had a thing for her too, but at the age of 20 he thought it would feel odd being with a girl that much younger than him but he had always thought about her in a sexual way, especially because of seeing her in her tiny swimsuits. At the swimming pool they had mixed changing rooms so there was one big area full of changing. You are more like a son to me. Your mother and I were all you had even when you father was still here. (That was true, I hardly ever saw him.) We know you better than you know yourself. That was made very clear to all of us tonight. We just had to make sure we were doing the right thing. That is why I asked my best friend in the whole world for her advice. Your mother and I talked with Grace for a long time and shared everything with her." (OH FRAPST! Not everything!)"We met together to talk. She stiffened her tongue, pressing it tightly at his asshole.“Ooooo, yes, Mom!” Billy groaned. “Stick your tongue up my ass! Oh, yes ... shave your tongue up my asshole Mom?” Cooing with delight, Joan pressed the tip of her tongue hard at the tightness. It slipped up her son’s ass, and Billy grunted, ramming his ass into his mother’s face. Joan began to dart her tongue back and forth, fucking into her son’s asshole, her cunt bubbling with hunger. She jerked on his cock with a tight fist, tongue.