I softly squeezed her cheek before repeating the process twice. After the last smack I left my hand on her allowing my fingers to touch the bare skin ...of her thighs. I was surprised at just how much I relished the contact with her young flesh.Keeping my hand on her, I asked her friend if she was happy now. Receiving her nodded assent, I reluctantly removed my hand to allow her to get up. However, the surprises were not finished as, as she stood up she appeared to lose balance slightly, ending up. Her hand had hold of me for the first time. It was good enough to stretch me out an extra inch at least. Then her head disappeared and next thing I felt was the moistness of her mouth around my glans. Oh hell, did she know how to treat a man. She was so soft, so tender, yet her lips stayed round my knob. Never ventured down what little shaft protruded through the fence. She licked, she sucked, she drew her tongue teasingly over it, her teeth closed gently round it sending shock waves through. He was naked and in possession of a 7 inch hard on. Jason was a lanky 6'2" and had been his mother's lover for the better part of two years. She caught him masturbating in his room one day to a picture of her in a bikini and couldn't help notice the size of his cock. It didn't take much time or effort to seduce her son and ever since that day they took every free moment they could to fuck. It was a mutually beneficial relationship, since she needed sex and he was a typically horny teenager."We. " Before he could even think to run away, I hooked a delicate finger through his belt, and in one swift, smooth movement sat down on the chaise-longue and compelled him to follow me, face-down, over my stockinged lap. Martin whimpered slightly, and struggled in a token way, but it was clear he understood I was in charge, and it was pointless to resist. With grim satisfaction, I cupped my hand and brought it down firmly, relentlessly, on to his buttocks, in a barrage of short, sharp smacks. "Ow!.