You’ve got a son. A teenager. What’s his name?”“Marcus,” I replied. “And yes, he’s sixteen.”Bill wavered for a moment, before whisperi...ng, “Has…erm…young Marcus taken the plunge…like erm…inside his mother’s knickers, like most teenagers lately?”“I’m afraid so, yes,” I nodded.Bill’s eyes lit up. “Really?” he gasped. “Have you seen them…erm, at it?”“Yep,” I replied despondently.“Jeez, man, you lucky ducky,” Bill exclaimed excitedly. “Tell me about it – all the details. Leave nothing out.”“Look,. We lay there together as I rubbed his belly. His deflated prick began to extend again from his sheath.I turned over and I put his hardening dick into my mouth. It tasted much better than I had thought. I got the urge to test how deep I could take it into my mouth and I sucked him down like he was my own hubby`s cock.Randy must have liked it because he quit moving and left me to suck him.His growing pink dick slid past my tongue and down my throat.I felt his hard penis growing bigger in my. I'm not stunningly attractive nor am I ugly I have long slim legs and shoulder length dark hair look good in jeans with a tight wee arse Bills description. I'm just plain and sitting beside Margaret seemed to me, to enhance my plainess. Probably just me back then though, I had spent an hour getting dressed in a self coloured knee length skirt and a plain button down blouse. Margaret on the other hand was in a pair of jeans and a Tshirt and she looked fabulous. Although not a big drinker I did. Theron shadowed me, and Teagan did the same, periodically; we were the only movement in the stuffy building. When my legs were no longer stiff, I sat again. In this way, we passed a very boring, very tense night.I was startled awake by an insistent knocking on the Chantry door. There was a rhythm to it - two knocks, pause, then three more knocks, and this was repeated several times before anyone inside had the presence of mind to get up and unbar the doors. When we did, we were greeted by the.