I stood there, anticipating the warm but powerful rush of her "squirting" on me, but as more and more seconds ticked by, I realized something might be... wrong. I asked, "do you not need to go?"Michelle answered, "I do. I didn't go before leaving work on purpose. I just can't"."Can't". That wasn't a word I'd heard Michelle use often, and certainly not one she'd said to me recently. I encouraged her, "It's ok, just relax, take your time".Michelle didn't reply, and instead she stood there. Until her big toe wiggled in my mouth and all thought went out the window."Kneel." The order was barely a whisper, but it filled my whole being.The chair scraped backwards and I sunk to the floor, only hesitantly letting her toe slip from my lips, but then I was on my knees, her foot right in front of me, and I felt breathless and impatient."Lick my sole. It’s dirty and sticky from running barefoot. Be a good pet and clean my beautiful foot with your soft, wet tongue."The thought of licking the. I know all about the panties baby so come and fuck the real thing. My big juicy pussy is all for you." Oh mommy, oh mommy," was all he said, and with that he thrust his huge fat throbbing virgin boy cock, all 8 « i****tuous inches of it all the way in. He felt the warmth, the wetness, it was like entering a warm wet velvet glove. It was his mother's forbidden cunt. Oh how he rejoiced. His cock was in heaven and so was he.She had no protection. She had been off the pill for 2 years. She was. I didn’t often go to live concerts even though Jane, Jacquie and I rehearsed together as a band in the futile hope of becoming the next Faithless or Portishead. We mostly only went to night clubs. Jane and Jacquie were my best friends and lovers, so I was closer to them than to anyone else. And that included my younger sister. Andrea is different to me in more ways than we are alike. Her chief enthusiasm then and now is for folk music. She played an acoustic guitar as well as the kind of cheap.