" I decided to brazen it out but Anne didn't look convinced and went on,"I've been noticing the way you look at her lately, and it's definitely not a ...mother/son look. Tell the truth, you do fancy her, don't you?" she looked directly into my eyes and I knew that a straight lie wouldn't do so I replied with a question,"Well, she is a good looking and well built woman, so I suppose I sort of do. Dad's a good looking man so I suppose you sort of fancy him, but I bet you wouldn't do anything about. Yet I can’t believe it was true – that it was what you expected.’ ‘Take your time and tell me about it.’ For several minutes Bina stares at her hands where they rest folded in her lap then, her tone low and faltering, she starts to recount the story of the night. Peter, troubled by her tale, reaches out to cover her hands with his. As she comes to an end he leans and takes her in his arms, comforting her. ‘My poor dear. I never imagined it would be like that. No wonder you’re upset.’ ‘It’s. As I grunted and puffed my way up the hill at a slug's pace, the last two newsboys passed me, one on his motorcycle with its sidecar loaded with newspapers, and the other in a baby blue 1952 Mercury whose broken muffler roared and spewed a thin gray cloud of oily smoke as he passed me and disappeared over the hill.The sun was just rising. The jet black sky had lightened vaguely with the first gray intimations of daybreak. There was no traffic on the streets, no sound in the predawn stillness --. My brain was sizzling as it tried to determine which way I most wanted to enjoy the ultimate pleasure this firm, young, sexy, naked present under me offered. Did I want a blowjob?Anal?Doggie style?My torment was soon relieved when she told me to lay down and patted the blanket. Quickly positioning myself on my back, she went down on me faster than a jetliner with no engines.After her tongue had teased me a few times, her wet, slippery lips supplied the perfect tension around my thickness as her.