“Later,” I said. “I can’t piss through this.” I looked down at what can be fairly described as a raging hardon. “You’d better ride your ...ild horse.”Mrs Turner needed no further invitation. Her large breasts flopped and flapped and the flesh around her middle wobbled sweetly as she rode my cock, with a natural flair I wouldn’t have expected. She closed her eyes and raised her head as the head of her lover’s penis repelled her joyous bouncing and she breathed faster and faster until she came with. “Yes,” I whispered back. “What did you say” she asked? “Yes Master!” I managed to say loud enough to satisfy her and perhaps stir the curiosity of the checkout girl.Admittedly, my cock was half way between being hard with excitement and flaccid with terror. Here I was wearing her underwear underneath my clothes and checking out of the cashier line with more of the same and only imagining what the night was going to bring.Once at home, again I was commanded to strip and redress. This time I. Light, almost blonde hair, notthe kind of man I’ve ever been attracted to. He looked tobe about 5’10” to me, though his wife (oh yeah, my futuremother-in-law) claimed he was 6 feet. Didn’t matter, Tomwas good-looking alright, just, not my type, but that’snot why I wanted him.I wanted… needed… an equal to my naughty. Wanted tobe dirty, to open my legs for him, to lift my breasts tohim and have him ‘do what thou will’ to me.I wanted what guys. ?Simon!, you gave me a fright, Happy birthday son, How are you?? she says as puts on bacon, sausages and an eggs on his plate "Not bad thanks, Mum, a little tired still," says Simon Simon then gets up and walks over to the fridge grabbing a glass on the way. Just as he?s pouring himself some orange juice, his sister, Tracey comes into the kitchen wearing a long nightshirt and boxers. Just as he replaces the juice in the fridge and returns to his seat at the table Tracey sniffs at the smell of.