She mumbled a bit and seemed to be having trouble saying it and I finally told her to just say it.“Could you use your mouth on me down there?” she... said pointing to her pussy. She went on to explain how good it had felt when I fingered her and how she noticed that I really liked it when she sucked on me and she wondered how it would feel if I did it to her but if I didn’t want to then it would be OK but I had been so nice to her.I said “Yes, I would”, just to try to stop her babbling. She went. The singing had stopped, and all was silent, no one talked, everybody looked straight ahead, towards the square's other end, in expectance of an event that I knew nothing about.Slowly I moved through the crowd, in the direction in which everyone was looking, people making room for me to let me pass, until I had reached a point from were I could see what had to be a kind of sanctuary. As the square sloped down in that direction from here on, I could see it quite clearly over the crowd's. As he sat back down on the mattress beside her, Paul also considered how casual the atmosphere in the room had suddenly become. It wasnt cosy, just casual. Like two friends whod known each other for years, just sitting together, chilling out watching some formulaic crime show on TV, totally ambivalent to the fact they were both naked. The awkwardness and posturing between them had fallen by the wayside. Paul hadnt really known what to expect when he impulsively accepted Marcys invitation to. Her tits gleaming in their magnificent glory as water poured down her body.. her asshole was accepting the pounding and begging for more.. I accidentally let a moan slip. (from here on, it's fiction) My mom opened her eyes suddenly and sprang open the curtain and saw me, she gasped and said you naughty boy, watching your mother play with her wet pussy. The way she talked made my cock harder and I decided to finally make that move. I took off my clothes and got into the shower and pulled her up.