" You like girls?" I asked her.She shrugged. "I tried a relationship with a woman after I broke upwith you in college. Honestly, it didn't do anything... for me. It wasmore just the idea of dressing you up and putting you to my breast?"I nodded. "I wondered." Okay, your turn to tell me the truth... Was being my little girl thatbad?"It was definitely my turn to squirm, but I shook my head. "Anyone elseand it would have been utter torture, but with you, it wasn'tcompletely terrible. The massages you. "Sorry darlings," she said. John however hadn't restarted, still instinctively in panic mode. I couldn't take it. "Mum, make him finish me, please, he's stopped." John's brain wasn't functioning and he tried to shush me. The bedroom door opened and mum's head popped in. I was lying on the bed my legs open and John kneeling between them naked, (during our passion I had somehow removed his pyjama top and dressing gown) his cock in his hands, standing proud, but his face fearful.Mum looked. We didn't get very farbefore the doorbell rang again. Stacy promptly answered it, and I saw thepizza delivery boy holding a large bag."Hi," he said while looking at the receipt he was holding. "Miller?" That's me," Stacy said while pulling some cash out of his pocket. Thepizza guy looked up, but his eyes never made it to Stacy. They stopped onme."Is that..." he started, but stopped short."Yes," Stacy replied. I could hear the humor in his voice at the deliveryboy's reaction. "It's her."There. I lightly bit her clit,then sucked it back into my lips. I thought she was going to pull the hair from my head when her ass left the matress and she pushed her pussy forward and squirted a ittle bit of juice into my mouth. I refused to stop. She let go of my hair and grabbed a pillow,holding it over her face as she screamed into it. I kept licking and sucking away. She was thrashing everywhere. Her heals drummed on my back and shoulders and still I refused to stop. She started slapping me on.