I hoped it was not congested or noisy in my coop. When I reached there, there were some people. I got busy with my luggage. As I was struggling to pus... in my suitcase a female voice came “It won’t go in”. I was annoyed. There seemed no obstruction and the suitcase just needed a stronger push, I thought. The lady didn’t seem satisfied with verbal observation alone; I found a pair of female arms beside mine get busy, adjusting things. That was when I happened to feel her arms –soft and warm. And. Lauren noticed a facial similarity between herself and the young girl. Their brown hair colour was similar, but Lauren was much slimmer and had a more athletic build, and was good two or three inches taller. The boy was by no means handsome but his face was cheeky, full of laughter and reminded Lauren of a playful rogue that she had seen in a Dickens film of eighteenth century London. She noted the body language as they moved within the confines of the shop. Gentlemanly courtesy from the boy, a. As I went upstairs I could feel his cum begin to ooze out of me. While I thought I should immediately put this incredibly taboo encounter behind me by washing myself clean, the feeling of my son's semen between my legs got me horny all over again. So, instead of going in the shower, I dropped my robe and climbed into bed next to my loving but sleep-loving husband.My regular routine (in real life) is to wake up well before he does, then lay there wishing he was horny like me and longing for him. I found that when Daddy Bill pushed back in his sleep against my finger, I slipped inside without any effort at all. Thus, without any movement on my part at all, Daddy Bill managed to take my finger up his bum and slide his cock in and out of my mouth at the same time and all I had to do was keep good suction on one side and wiggle my finger in all directions on the other.It didn't take very long for Daddy Bill to spill his seeds to the back of my throat and soon after I found his tight hole.