She unrolled it most of the way and I finished off the job, pulling it down to the root of my erection. I sat back on my heels and caressed her nylon...clad legs and shiny boots as I enjoyed the view of her mane of brunette hair cascading over the carpet, her shapely outspread thighs and parted breasts falling out of the basque. This was one hundred percent woman and my breath caught in my throat yet again at my good fortune. I leaned forward again and kissed her breasts, my rubber-clad. You lean upon his leather-clad thighs, cupping his balls as you run your tongue up and down his length. His fingers brush your hair out of your eyes as you tease the tip of his shaft with your tongue. As you start to look up sharp nails scratch down your back, slowly and languidly from your shoulders to the curves of your bum. Shivers of pleasure ripple through you as the nails scratch harder, and you take him deep into your throat eager to please. The redhead’s hair brushes your back as her. “Eh! Fish says he needs you out back.” “Oh?” Ella leaves the girls at the front counter, making her way past the rows and rows of baked goods stacked on trays ready to be wheeled out. The cool room door is open, she peeks in. “Are you in here?” In response, Fish pulls her bodily into the fridge. “Sure.” His breath is so close she can feel her lovers heat on her cheek, his freckles stand out on his cold face. “But?” “The bakers just left, I'm here all by myself.” Ella closes her eyes. She can. “Lift up your dress mum” “Ross…what have I just been saying?” “Mum… I know you enjoy being told and made to do sexual things. Not only that, you seem to also revel in sex that may be… shall we say… on the naughty side… NOW… show me your pussy” Mum blushed “Ross…please” I sat up and leaned over the edge of the tub, reaching for the hem of her skirt. Grasping it in a bunch in my clenched fist, I tugged the skirt raising it as my mother shuffled towards me under the pull of my hand. Her bushy.