.. that was quite another. Had she known about me... about my kink? Or and I couldn't really believe this -- was she kinky like me?No, not the very pr...per and often prim ice queen. If I had not been sneaking around for years, listening to her when she was in the bathroom, I might have supposed that she didn't even pee at all! Jean was the type who wouldn't say shit if she had a mouth full. If pressed, she might, in some clinical fashion, allude to micturition or to (ugh) urine but she'd never. "Hey, breakfast is ready in less than 10 minutes. You haven't had my pancakes before, Stacy." The best in the world," I said to her. "Your dad brought you some clothes to change into. Can you stay today?"She saw and picked up the clothes and headed back to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen and washed my hands in the sink. Drying them on the little towel hanging on the oven door."It certainly sounded like you two were having fun last night," mom said flipping pancakes, then bacon."We certainly. "You mean you actually let this man make love to you? And now you're bragging about it... right to my face?" You better believe it," she replied feelingly. "Don't act so prissy. I suppose you think I don't know about the Chinese girl you had at the party. And where were you today while Wikiwiki was here? Why don't you be a dear and go out on the town. I'll bet you could pick up one of these pretty brown girls and have yourself a ball. Like he says, how often will we ever have a chance to do. I felt her lips on its tip and then gradually slide down my shaft, stopping perhaps halfway down. Her tongue wrapped itself around my length, finding pleasure points I didn't know existed, and her gentle sucking brought my erection to its peak. I lifted my head so I could take a look but all I could see was the top of Emma's head between my legs. I watched her head slowly bob up and down whilst she sucked me and I could feel her teeth very gently rubbing against my member; her tongue flicking.