“You should probably try not to scream,” she told me, “unless you want to attract spectators. You can cry though, the makeup is waterproof.” A...nd then her hand crashed down on my bum, hard. The sound of the slap echoed around the parking lot like a gunshot, the searing heat seemed to cut through the center of my right bum cheek, and all intentions of keeping quiet were driven out of my mind with that single, forceful swat. And before I could gather my wits, it was followed by another to my left. ’ ‘Mmmmm, it’s nice,’ she said as she took me from her mouth, ‘you know you taste lovely.’ I lifted her up and held her, ‘Now I need to taste you,’ I said and lifted her to sit on the work surface. I eased her pyjama trousers down, opened her legs, and began to feast on her sex. Wonderful, all the smells, tastes, and flavours of a woman! She leant back and lifted her feet to the surface to give me complete access to her pussy and her anus. I used my tongue to probe all of her, her anus, her. When he was killed in a farming accident!Tommy was eleven then. Growing up I noticed he had a lot of his father's traits, especially his fetish for stocking feet. I always saw him looking at my feet as I always wore hose every day because it pleased his father and I still wear them because I enjoy them so much. Of course, being our son, I had never thought of Tom in a sexual way and so his glances and stares had no effect on me. Now, after being lonely and alone for three years and his ascent. First, I would get to see her naked in full light from now on and on a regular basis. This meant changing in the bedroom as well as lights on during sex whenever I asked. Second, I would be allowed to take digital pictures of her naked to do with what I wanted as long as I didn’t publicly expose her. And finally, in order to make up for all the years I hadn’t seen her, she would agree to go with me to a hotel and let me take pictures of her naked in public areas to prove that she was over.