Are you Ok with this. Mmmm. Have you ever seen an adult web site? I said. Sounds fun. No! I never seen any adults sites. My husband will not let me on...our computer. He spends allot of time on our computer, however. This is so fun. said Claire. I think I will just hit record. We will start from the top. Action! I said. I clicked on a naughty bbw site. I clicked on a pic. The picture was a girl giving a guy a blow job. A second later I felt Claire hands on my shoulders. WHAT are you doing? Son!. The 'Gents' toilets were next door to the where I was meant to be going, but because of where I found myself I emerged from the surrounding men, and walked straight into the 'Gents' and made for one of the cubicles, not even realizing I had went into the wrong toilets.I pulled my panties down and sat on the bowl, I was visibly shaking, and realized that a big part was due to my increased sexual awareness, pushing amongst those men and their crude comments of wanting to fuck me, had turned me. It seemed to me that although the two, no doubt, suffered from the usual limitations of youth, they appeared to possess attributes that, with careful management, could be translated into the skills recognised as useful in a wife.They were also, without doubt, physically attractive. I could vouch for that on the strength of my own encounter with them on the train to Benfield Abbas. While I might have regretted their choice of apparel from the perspective of my own preferences, it had allowed me. "AHHHH!" she yelled out in pleasure as her warm milk ran into my mouth, teased my tastebuds on my tounge then ran to the back of my throat where I swallowed it with a small smile. "Mistress that was yummy!" I said with a smile. "Well keep sucking them until they stop milking you little bitch" she said and I went back to my original position. I kept sucking them and sucking them until the milk stopped running down my throat. I stopped sucking them and began fondling my own brests while.